Letras:
Edwin Mccain Misguided Roses

I like to think about the time I met you Living with your people down in New Orleans Mad at your mama cause she'd never let you Ride in no nasty limousine

I'm a hack driver in new york city I've got seven kids on the lower east side I'm not a strong man, I'm not very pretty But in rush hour hell you should

Whispered from my heart and soul to my unwilling eyes Lift my vision from the ground, lift it to the skies Skies they used to be so ugly, rain that sting

I pull my boots off, throw my weapons on the floor I cry my eyes out in my private little war Well it seems I've been a soldier heaven knows I've been

Do I fuel my hunger deprive my dreams Live my lonely worn out seam Stitches weary and the scars they leave I'm the only one deceived Please stand clear

Midnight in the Holy City playground for restless souls Graveyards for the sons of Fort Sumter And the ghostly daughters wait for their boys to come home

I like to think about the time I met you Living with your people down in New Orleans Mad at your mama cause she'd never let you Ride in no nasty limousine

Seven million years of progress handed down on silver wings Of gossamer and protein still we haven't learned a thing Are we caught up in our anger, locked

Midnight in the Holy City playground for restless souls Graveyards for the sons of Ft. Sumpter And the ghostly daughters Wait for their boys to come