Many times I’ve lied, many times I’ve listened. Many times I’ve gazed along the open road.
Many times I’ve lied, many times I’ve listened. Many times I’ve gazed along the open road.
Breathe, breathe in the air, don’t be afraid to care.
All about that personality crisis, you got it while it was hot. But now frustration and heartache is what you got.
Well, the night was falling as the desert world began to settle down. In the town they’re searching for us everywhere but we never will be found.
And would you cry if I told you that I lied? And would you say goodbye, would you let it ride?
I’ve come on a few years from my Hollywood highs, the best of the last, the cleanest star they ever had.
Shmaltzy, glammy, proto-punk? Yeah, this is one unique album.
Whether it’s high tide or low ebb, this is classic reggae.