Texty:
The Alternate Routes Good And Reckless And True

I've been wasting my days, Good and reckless and true, I have danced in the dark at the edge of the water, Swinging my hips at the black and the blue

wire, Two fingers pull a pen, a half drawn picture of a dream, And here between the writing on the wall, I try to feel forgotten for a while, And it's hard, and

mess I see you holding on And all your love is gone I'm going home with you I'm going home with you She's had enough west-19 On hand and foot, and bending

is time enough to take it and in this life i find that there is time enough to waste it on these endless conversations and i just had to write it down and

again im over your shoulder and its a holiday weekend only twelve twentyfive i walk down to this neighborhood place and im feelin alive and its trapped in the alley and

state of misery Seven grades and they paid for your sympathy I watched the end of a friend and a family It's a dream, it's a trick, it's a tragedy. And