hobokollektiv | ʌıʇʞǝlloʞoqoɥ:
O’ER MY DRY LAND MY SUN SETS FOR THE NIGHT
hobokollektiv | ʌıʇʞǝlloʞoqoɥ:
AT NIGHT YOU SING TO PARTS OF ME THAT I HAVEN’T EVER SEEN
hobokollektiv | ʌıʇʞǝlloʞoqoɥ:
THE WORLD IS ALWAYS TURNING & THE LIGHT IS YEARNING
hobokollektiv | ʌıʇʞǝlloʞoqoɥ:
FEELING THAT WAY ABOUT DIFFICULT PEOPLE
hobokollektiv | ʌıʇʞǝlloʞoqoɥ:
BUT I'D LEARN TO LOVE THE WORST PARTS OF YOU
hobokollektiv | ʌıʇʞǝlloʞoqoɥ:
STAY OUT IN THE STREET, ACT LIKE A BAD-FOOT CLOWN
hobokollektiv | ʌıʇʞǝlloʞoqoɥ:
I LEFT YOU LATE AT NIGHT FOR THE NORTHERN ROADS
hobokollektiv | ʌıʇʞǝlloʞoqoɥ:
I ONLY DREAM OF YOU AFTER YOU ARE GONE
hobokollektiv | ʌıʇʞǝlloʞoqoɥ:
RAMBLE AROUND OUT IN THE BLUE
hobokollektiv | ʌıʇʞǝlloʞoqoɥ:
I ALWAYS WENT WRONG IN THE SAME PLACE
hobokollektiv | ʌıʇʞǝlloʞoqoɥ:
I FEIGN TO DISSOLVE, EIGHTY-EIGHT STARS WILD
hobokollektiv | ʌıʇʞǝlloʞoqoɥ:
I GOTTA GET THE DEVIL OUT OF ME
hobokollektiv | ʌıʇʞǝlloʞoqoɥ:
WOULD YOU TELL THE WORLD MY NAME?
hobokollektiv | ʌıʇʞǝlloʞoqoɥ:
WE BOTH KNOW THAT THERE'S NOTHING THAT A LITTLE TIME & PATSY CLINE WOULDN'T FIX
hobokollektiv | ʌıʇʞǝlloʞoqoɥ:
BUT YOU DON'T HAVE WORDS FOR ME EVEN THOUGH YOU'RE A RAMBLING MAN
hobokollektiv | ʌıʇʞǝlloʞoqoɥ:
WE BOTH SEEN SOME MILES MORE THAN A FEW ROUGH ONES FOR ME & YOU
hobokollektiv | ʌıʇʞǝlloʞoqoɥ:
SOMETHING LIKE A PHOTOGRAPH IS ALWAYS GOING TO BRING ME BACK TO YOU
hobokollektiv | ʌıʇʞǝlloʞoqoɥ:
MY WORN OUT HEART IN YOUR LITTLE TOWNS
hobokollektiv | ʌıʇʞǝlloʞoqoɥ:
SING MYSELF A TUNE, FALL BACK & SWOON
hobokollektiv | ʌıʇʞǝlloʞoqoɥ:
BUT HER MIND WOULD TRAVEL MULTITUDES YOUR EYE COULD NOT CONCEIVE
hobokollektiv | ʌıʇʞǝlloʞoqoɥ:
ABOUT THE QUIET ON THE PATH WHERE NOBODY WALKS
hobokollektiv | ʌıʇʞǝlloʞoqoɥ:
THE WIND, MOVED LIKE AN ECHO, CARRYING THEIR VOICES
hobokollektiv | ʌıʇʞǝlloʞoqoɥ:
DESERT KEEPS FORMING UNDERNEATH THE BLACK MOON
hobokollektiv | ʌıʇʞǝlloʞoqoɥ:
LONELY SUNSHINE, DARKENED LUCK, PACK IT UP, SUN DOWN, RUSTY TRUCK
hobokollektiv | ʌıʇʞǝlloʞoqoɥ:
CARRIED IT AROUND LIKE A GROWING WEIGHT
hobokollektiv | ʌıʇʞǝlloʞoqoɥ:
SMEARED LIKE A SUNSET WITH NOTHING LEFT TO LOOSE
hobokollektiv | ʌıʇʞǝlloʞoqoɥ:
WITH LEGS LIKE STONES I TRIED TO GET AWAY & RUN
hobokollektiv | ʌıʇʞǝlloʞoqoɥ:
GOING THROUGH CHANGES, THROUGH ALL OF THIS STRANGENESS
hobokollektiv | ʌıʇʞǝlloʞoqoɥ:
AND I WONDERED WHO I THOUGHT I WAS
hobokollektiv | ʌıʇʞǝlloʞoqoɥ:
WE WALKED TO THE FRONT DOOR LIKE A ROCK ’N’ ROLL BAND
