Текст песни
i was born in a blizzard
in the last week of the winter
when the sun sets before dinner
where the sky goes on forever
kid to a dreamer
and an adamant peacekeeper
couple of hell-bent believers
just hoping for the best
measuring the distance in the number
of seconds between lightning and the thunder
a tattoo of a lady
with a teardrop in her eye
to commemorate the very saddest
summer of my life
sleeping through the afternoon
just trying to forget
i thought i knew what i should do
i didn’t but i tried my best
measuring the distance in the number
of cigarettes it takes for me to walk there
sitting out on jenny’s lawn
feeling like i belong
a staircase to a mountain top
a view that still gives me goosebumps
measuring the distance in the number
of songs that i can listen to in my car
