In this country dreams don't sleep. Hands stay open wide as the streets in your pocket. Under your shoes these golden roads. keep telling you Find out fast, Find out hard, Your little Lincoln
I've got a hundred and ninety-six different kind of oil cans. The electric toasters. There isn't a thing in here that wasn't one time or another. Used on the Lincoln Highway In here that wasn't
should have been being with you every day. If you can take a little more Now it takes me back to times on Lincoln Avenue. When you said you'd never get tired of the boy. That seemed to be so far from
