All my flotsam friends down on Jamerson Road.
A star struck tee shirt stretched threadbare and thin.
Hanging out all night down on Jamerson Road ---- again.
A cargo wreck it seems shattered all my dreams.
Weathered like driftwood, washed away it would.
Take me back out on Jamerson Road ---- again.
In my captain's chair driving down the road.
Listening to Jane's Addiction on the radio.
One soul step closer to being home again.
Driving all alone on Jamerson Road ----- again.
All the sleepless nights that I would spend down on Jamerson Road.
Hanging out with all my friends.
As I think back now my memories are so clear.
Thinking back on Jamerson Road ---- again.
(c) & (p) 2007 subconscious mind publication company
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