If today was not an endless highway If tonight was not a crooked trail If tomorrow wasn't such a long time Then lonesome would mean nothing to me at all
Traducción: Nickel Creek. Amanhã é um longo tempo.
If today was not an endless highway If tonight was not a crooked trail If tomorrow wasn't such a long time Then lonesome would mean nothing to me at
the weather man's insincerity Their tongues are fast and free Like a child's translucent un-braced teeth A low relief long horn On a roughneck's rawhide