Me and Matt were too nice to be rock n' rollers
Yeah, but we were getting by
When they went where the wind frequented them
Oh yeah, they had to get on by
But when we talk about it, now
It seems just so unkind
When he flew across the sea
With a fleet
Of intentions caught in his eyes
He walked a ceiling that hit his mind
Should he find
The stars are a blanket over all the time?
A sunset, country courtyard house
I'll take my chances in a world this big
We're leaving town
Like a ghost in a crumbled house
To the east
I know there's love to be found at the least
But, oh man, then we're heading west
To the up and down
The scenario frown
And the restless press
