Seasick Sarah had a killer nose Those Hobnail boots were tight on her feet When she went pale—all the angels started screaming They just didn't get it—couldn't handle the vibe
It feels like a scene straight out of Casablanca In a place where people actually try to turn back the clock You just wander through the crowd—kind of like Peter Lorre Thinking about some crime
Man, life is just wild sometimes. You can either be making love to the person of your dreams or out there chasing unicorns through the Texas wilderness:
My mind is firing on all cylinders—it’s actually happening And since I’m alive, I’ve gotta grind Just to prove we aren't wasting our time out here And keep the chaos from creeping in