greaser

Once in a while it's coming
Stray in a star of blue
I thought I was on a train, babe
Flying through the dark all night
We were messing around there
Reading our eyes like a map
Tragedy go on and tell me now
Flying through the dark all night
Hold on, this may be the last round
'Cause we stay, no more
Maybe where the birds fly back in time
It's not much of a story
My thoughts go far beyond
Again at the airport
I notice my hands unfold
Hold on, this may be the last round
'Cause we stay, no more
Maybe where the birds fly back in time
It's not much of a story