above me. Little people below. All walk with a purpose. With someplace to go. It's my place to paint. My own selfish scene. On this cold lonely canvas. It's just the weather and me And latitude
above me. Little people below. All walk with a purpose. With someplace to go. It's my place to paint. My own selfish scene. On this cold lonely canvas. It's just the weather and me And latitude
above me. Little people below. All walk with a purpose. With someplace to go. It's my place to paint. My own selfish scene. On this cold lonely canvas. It's just the weather and me And latitude
six feet of dirt. I was looking for some heaven. There's no need to look no more. California 37. Took me right to heaven's door. Knock knock, woah oh. Rock and Roll. California 37 took me right to
Miles high stalled above the sea. Aisle Seat 37-D. The hard guys that are crying quietly. And the moms lost in shock will never see. . Me sittin alone, wearing headphones. Smiling slightly as
