Lyrics:
When he saw lobsters on the roadbed He said, "I got a feeling we're beneath Cape Cod" Oh well, the train kept speeding to the north my friends Finally
Some things are nearly always broken Some things are nearly always broken We live in times that always roadbed Maybe you're free and I'm just
Reconstruct, the roadbed for the train As a field director, working man Sand, fuse and powder in a hole In the town of Cavendish, Vermont Then there comes
Discuss these roadbed Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In