Sitting here waiting for a troubled friend, Imagining his vehicle coming round the bend. He always said he was born to lose, And I must convince him...
Sitting here waiting for a troubled friend, Imagining his vehicle coming round the bend. He always said he was born to lose, And I must convince him...
Stripped down to his bare bones By the cutting morning light, And he can't bear the sight Of an empty fostered phone. Sickened as he travels to work...