I don't want to look outside again I don't want to see where I still live I don't want to walk my street again I don't want to remember it
Diamonds are made in the time it takes For me to explain again
Holding down absolute last
I don't want to see city lights again The way they shine words in my mind I don't want to see the night sky again stars locked away in l.a. til they die
cars are free free to fly fly through trees the trees and i nightingales far apart take the wheel a brand new start songs begin to fill the air fill the air when you're not there come and hear the town drunk wail he's singing hold on hold on…to me