of the holes Fall through them steadily Slip through them readily Watch and watch spiraling out of control It's beyond all that anyway Time is dead anyway Passenger song
city's red back side See the bright and hollow sky See the stars that shine so bright The stars made for us tonight Oh the passenger How how he rides Oh the passenger
: I'm just a passenger on this old freight train I ride the boxcar through the night I doesn't matter where I might get off I doesn't matter where I
backside we'll see the bright and hollow sky we'll see the stars that shine so bright stars made for us tonight oh the passenger oh how he rides oh the passenger
It was two weeks after the day she turned 18 All dressed in white, goin' to the church that night She had his box of letters in the passenger seat Six
I don't think that passenger seat Has ever looked this good to me He tells me about his night And I count the colors in his eyes He'll never fall in
Moment of glory called evolution Could I see the world with the eyes of a child A new beginning, a moment of freedom Like angels are singing a song full
Friday night and feelin' alright At the end of a long hard week Picked her up she jumped into my truck And slipped into the passenger seat She said, "
, but I'm just barely out the door, down in the belly of the beast, we waited with the passengers, just like the train I gotta catch, just like that song
chasing after me But I'm just barely out the door Down in the belly of the beast We waited with the passengers Just like the train I gotta catch Just like that song
your eyes? Becoming someone you don't recognize As if I was disguised, I'm on that shit as if I was the Fly I'm touchin' skies, no puffin' lie Man these songs
that you're sorry Didn't think I'd turn around Its too late OK, I'm talkin' about a Good Girl Gone Bad Crooked World, wrong path Right Mom, wrong dad I sing this song
the bullshit people bring Cause the world is full of evil mayn That's why I stay one deep, fuck these niggaz and these hoes I be solo on my creep, no one in the passenger
(Prevail) Fate plays a swan's song sweet staccato, deep sterling silver bullet, leather bomb or a prada No fabric can protect you from the magic I let
cave When the cracks in the plaster collapsed And gave way to gaps in the pavement Mayday, mayday Put it on blast For the passengers and messengers ?
don't stop (I can't stop) Yo, I'm the microphone champi-on Any stage you get me on or let me on My ambi-once is one step beyond Then my song is a correspond