Letras:
Cohn Marc The American Landscape

There?s a stranger in a car Driving down your street Acts like he knows who you are Slaps his hand on the empty seat and says ?Are you gonna get

A little gray around the crown A little hint of slowing down She puts on some old evening gown And dances alone Years are hazy and days are slow The

My father was a working man But his work was never done He stood behind a counter And he smiled at everyone He bought himself a business Worked

Baby let?s go below the surface See what we can find There?s no reason to be nervous ?Cause it happens all the time I don?t want to go up to the

Don?t know much about you Don?t know who you are We?ve been doing fine without you But, we could only go so far Don?t know why you chose us Were you

Watched it coming up Winslow Down South Park Boulevard Yeah it was looking good from tail to hood Great big fins and painted steel Man it looked

I got 29 ways to make it to my baby?s door I got 29 ways to make it to my baby?s door And if she needs me bad I can find about two or three more I

Everybody talks about some fateful day And I guess that this was mine I may be here to tell some kind of story But I think it?s gonna take a little time