Letra de Southwestern Territory
Small screen, July evening view Up and down Grand Avenue Where the legends get made Out with the boys brigade Part of the motorcadeFlew home from Texas last night Slept on the flight Work like a dog all day Born to chase cars away Die on the road somedayI try to remember what life was like long ago But it's gone, ya know Climb the turnbuckle high Take two falls out of three Blackout for local TVStand in that cold empty hall Wait for your name to get called Burn like hillsides on fire In the scrawl of the ringside choir High as a wire Nearly drive Danny's nose back into his brain All the cheap seats go insaneKeep my eyes open and try to think straight No one drives on the 60 this late I feel like the last person alive Francisquito to Glenshaw DriveI try to remember to write in the diary That my son gave me Climb the turnbuckle high Take to falls out of three Blackout for local TV