Me and Matt were too nice to be rock n' rollers Yeah, but we were getting by When they went where the wind frequented them Oh yeah, they had to get on by But when we talk about it, now It seems just so unkind
When he flew across the sea With a fleet Of intentions caught in his eyes He walked a ceiling that hit his mind Should he find The stars are a blanket over all the time?
A sunset, country courtyard house I'll take my chances in a world this big
We're leaving town Like a ghost in a crumbled house
To the east I know there's love to be found at the least But, oh man, then we're heading west To the up and down The scenario frown And the restless press
