Hot motel 
Stuffy incide 
I know well 
This eleven walls 
Hot black tar 
I tan my legs 
Rest my heart 
And dream of the city 

Magazine and diet coke 
Iґm not a joke 
This is me 
Damaged leg 
Heavy cart 
Plastic cups 
Linen mart 

Rock garden 
Where i used to play 
People stare 
Part of their day 
Coffe break 
Lunch at noon 
Pumpernickel steak 
Green and orange room 

Done my list 
I Make my way 
To help my mother 
End her day 
Fresh cut grass 
parking lot 
We roll on out 
We got a lot 

Weґre on our way 
Roll the windows down 
And scream out loud 
Weґre tired now 

Take it home 
Stop on the way 
To the bakery 
For some fruit and cake 
Home i lay 
After a shower clean 
I hit my head 
And i dream