RIDE INTO THE SUN
LOOKING FOR ANOTHER PLACE TO RIDE INTO THE SUN.
Reed and Bowie.
And it goes like this:
Can you see me?
Can you hear me?
Looking for another chance for someone else to be
Looking for another place to ride into the sun
Where - everything seems so pretty
But if you’re tired and you’re sick of the city
Remember that it’s just a flower, made out of clay
Oh, the city
Where everything seems so gray
But if you’re tired and you’re filled with self-pity
Remember that you’re just one more person who’s there.