Letras
By my own admission, there's not much out there I care to see
And driving West of Texas, I've seen everything a desert could be
But I'm breaking old traditions, doing things that never seemed like me
To keep as ammunition until the next time that we disagree
Maybe we could leave for another place where it could all start clean
Driving through the valley, hugging corners as the cars careen
Breaking old traditions, doing things that never seemed like me
And all my old convictions, I'm so tired and I don't care
While the juniper's in bloom