Jay Malinowski
Jay Malinowski
Jay Malinowski
Jay Malinowski
Jay Malinowski
Jay Malinowski
Jay Malinowski
Jay Malinowski
Jay Malinowski
Jay Malinowski
Jay Malinowski
Jay Malinowski
Jay Malinowski
The city grows cold as we start to fall
The streets are still lit, the bars at last call
Looking for love and looking for when
A final letter from me will be sent
Cause we've all got to be going somewhere
Yeah we've all got to be going somewhere
Some to the ground and some to thin air
But we've all got to be going somewhere
I've got my freedom, I've got my friends
I've got stories and dusty book ends
Stories that go past cigarette ends
Some lives are born and some remain dead
But we've all got to be going somewhere
Yeah we've all got to be going somewhere
Some to the ground and some to thin air
But we've all got to be going somewhere
Yeah we've all got to be going somewhere
Yeah we've all got to be going somewhere
Yeah we've all got to be going somewhere