and to break her heart /in returning
You are new enough /to drum in a band in Casinos interstate
for enough money to pay your bills
You are raw enough to be in a van with 4 other boymen
the smell of lost rising like the heat/wave.No romance this
Ride the waves,boy!Ride your horses down every road!
You have a tattoo for every arm.No names on them.No name son you
Desert Storms/Siroccos swirl around every female oasis
And when you break/you mend/with a dose of drugs or love or drink or new tattoo
until your skin is a map of where you have been.Soon you will have tattooed
your eyes,your ears,your skull,your feet-you know this..Where you are -is Paradise!
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