You could be a shadow, beneath the street light, behind my home.
I sure miss you, pass a motel, looking at the piles.
Looking for thirty, maybe I passed it, go another mile.
I sure look pretty, Carson City, walking down the isle.
Does daddy have a shotgun, he said he'd never need one, go another mile.
Looking out my window cell,
wondering if I want you still,
wondering what's right.
Song lyrics by The Breeders. Drivin'On.
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