Let's Ride

Oh, the passenger. He rides and he rides. He sees things from under glass. He looks through his windows eye. He sees the things he knows are his. He sees the bright and hollow sky. He sees the city asleep at night. He sees the stars are out tonight and all of it is yours and mine and all of it is yours and mine.
Oh, lets ride and ride and ride and ride...
Singing...


The WastedYouthSociety Crew