In a town this size, there's no place to hide Everywhere you go, you meet someone you know... In a smokey bar, in the backseat of your car In your own little house, someone's sure to find you out What you do and what you think What you eat and what you drink...
Thursday, December 22, 2011
I can't hear my wife yell, I can't see her face
I guess I must have lost her when we turned at Yohnson's place.