Hitchin

Hitchin' on a ride to the disco
Waiting for the good time, cherry pie
Kiss the girls and make 'em
All the while the rhythm of the railroad is passing you by

All my time spent searching for the views from the lowlands
Waiting for the high hand to write it down
As if I could read it on the back of my eye

Me, oh my

Take all you want, I'm a fool for your sway
The less you talk, the more you say
Unless that is you're walking away

Once more, lesson learned
Falling apart
Like a revolution rolling 'round to the start
Black is the heart

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Hitchin' on a ride to the disco
Waiting for the good time, cherry pie
Kiss the girls and make 'em
All the while the rhythm of the railroad is passing you by

All my time spent searching for the views from the lowlands
Waiting for the high hand to write it down
As if I could read it on the back of my eye

Me, oh my