I've seen it done like the way the dogs do
I'll think it over, we're standing into
Your phoney life but now it's all dry
Can't take it you will see
Not more than others...your phoney life
Like I don't hear them,
But I'll tell you something else
When we get to the desert it's out
What we left in the past....it tears me up
Pulled into a truck stop...my luck is over
The plan is failing....I think not
What we left in the past...it tears me up
It's not what you're used to...
in the middle of nowhere
But i'm an old man I love to wander distantly
Your phoney life but now it's all dry ,
If It seemded that i had my self
Controlled...
That's a lie
