Staring Into Space Songtext
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I'm staring into space, reckoning my way back home,
and I'm loaded like a gun. Been chasing that old sun
into another place that stretches out in waves unknown
of colors I can't trace, or very well explain
And there's nothing on the radio.
It'd be nice to hear some Zydeco
or some little sweet melody that we know.
'Cause when all direction fades and it's hard to find your way, we roam
and I'm loaded like a gun. Been chasing that old sun
into another place that stretches out in waves unknown
of colors I can't trace, or very well explain
And there's nothing on the radio.
It'd be nice to hear some Zydeco
or some little sweet melody that we know.
'Cause when all direction fades and it's hard to find your way, we roam
Through hours and the days, disappearing like a flame.
And there's nothing on the radio
You never hear a thing you know.
Out here in the dark there's nothing that we know.
And there's nothing on the radio.
You never hear a thing you know,
out here in the dark. There's nothing that we know.
And there's nothing on the radio
You never hear a thing you know.
Out here in the dark there's nothing that we know.
And there's nothing on the radio.
You never hear a thing you know,
out here in the dark. There's nothing that we know.
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