Letras
East of Kearns on 31
Two-lane black top leads me home
Rated shadows of a half beat past
It's our time and then we're gone
And my hands that once were strong
That used to hold a telephone
The time I've got is just a borrowed time
Wish I could've done more
Spin the wheel, you might win
Might as well go all in
Spin the wheel, you might win
Might as well, go all in
My bed is getting cold
Roof is leaking, house is old
And my memories can't be sold
Hope my stories will be told?
(Yes)