"Motorway To Roswell" lyrics
"Motorway To Roswell"
Last night, he could not make it
He tried hard, but he could not make it
Last night, he could not make it
On a holiday
So many miles, looking for a place to stay
Near some friendly star
He found this mote, and now we wonder where we are
How could this so great
Turn so shitty, he ended up in army crates
And photographs in files
His tiny boat sparked as he turned to graze our city
I started driving on the motorway
I was feelin' down
Last night, he could not make it
Last night, he could not make it
He tried hard, but he could not make it
Last night, he could not make
On a holiday
So many miles, lookin' for a place to stay
Near some friendly star
He found this mote, and now we wonder
How could this so great
Turn so shit, he ended up in army crates
And photographs in files
His tiny boat sparked as he grazed it
Last night, he could not make it
He tried hard, but he could not make it
Last night, he could not make it
He tried hard, but he could not make it
He started heading for the motorway
And he came right now
He started heading for the motorway
And he came right now
He started heading for the motorway
And he came right now
He started heading for the motorway
And he came right now
He started heading for the motorway
And he came right now
He started heading for the motorway
And he came right now
He started heading for the motorway
And he came right now
Writer(s): Charles Thompson
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- Pixies Lyrics
album:
"Trompe Le Monde" (1991)
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