A Ride Alone
I'm in the pickup
of my life
wheels keep on turnin
breakin for no one
stoppin at no time
I'm in the pickup
of my life
bed is overfillin
baggage overloadin
weighin down my ride
I'm in the pickup
of my life
takin all the backstreets
lookin for some feelin
wastin all my time
I'm in the pickup
of my life
wind is all I'm feelin
runnin through my hair
passin by my eyes
This pickup of my life
gas is reachin empty
fumes are runnin out
wheels always turnin
breakin at no time
Copyright © Karl Victor | Year Posted 2010
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