Testo di Albacore

You got yourself a new car Now it's a permanent wreck That's because you won't stop for the weekends And everybody knows speed kills The unstoppable smile is the impossible bet Everyone wants to see if we'll take it But they already know we will C'mon albacore, When will you be happy again? (It seems so long) Count them up and think of them all as your friends I walk outside to the phone Each call to you is collect to me Miles are your friends when you're leading but your not when you're too far ahead To a spot on the line Another spot the line One inch up don't mean much in the grand scheme When each side streches out to nil; so far