Freaking great song.
"And upon the pavement, for each and every particle of glass
There are a thousand dreams never to come to pass
Because dreams can't be, nor people, indeed, built to last
I've adored every inch of this country through the same dirty windshield
Peeking through blotches of the blood of bugs towards the Elysian Fields
Behold my brother's beautiful babies! It's obvious to see
The world's been making plans to go on without me"
Freaking great song. "And upon the pavement, for each and every particle of glass There are a thousand dreams never to come to pass Because dreams can't be, nor people, indeed, built to last
I've adored every inch of this country through the same dirty windshield Peeking through blotches of the blood of bugs towards the Elysian Fields Behold my brother's beautiful babies! It's obvious to see The world's been making plans to go on without me"