When I was a boy
Chasing a note
Straining to bring up
The chords in my throat
Battling age clinging the coat
Humming the old songs in stereo
I had not a thought
Of parking lots
And me in the car
With the doors all locked
I`m staring ahead
Everyone`s dead
I`m under the pain in between my ribs
It`s just like the movies
It comes about face
All at once when I`m breathing
The careless air of the night
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