Woorden:
New Amsterdams The Para Toda Vida

Adeline, out of tune Heaven knows what I would do You can't just walk away From everything Adeline, out of tune Step in time, two by two Say it's over

Are you open, to open arms? Misdirection does little harm I won't ask, you won't tell Just come around Missed discussions of virtues and Complications

Stories been boarded up again Old sins forgotten from new sins Your habits get old Your habits get old Wanted to say How I wanted to say Miss the Valentine

One waitress Outside of, Phone booth, South Carolina Sits, keeps killing time Rolls her eyes Roll of dimes Speak of this sick surrounding sin Tears me

My old man had a pistol Never carried around Never taught me to use it, yeah No blood on the ground Images of a family Somewhere deep in the South Wished