Land locked this place dont give me no leeway
The same bloody lights, the same bloody freeway
Grand plans are shelved and dreams put on ice
Clichs are jammed in the preverbial vice
I hit upon a spark plug, the wheels were in motion
To the wrong god damn coast, to the wrong god damn ocean
The next hostel was to far away
Why are you in a hurry son, Livingstones my name, he said
Im just happy with the sun on my shoulders
Rattle your drink, you know were getting older
Tip-toe around the world on your lonesome
I got it tough you know, at least thats what I told them
I think back to the cast of yesterday
The real stars dont hit, they ricochet
We started making tracks but didnt get far
If my memory serves me, we stayed at the bar
But one things for sure, we left on something profound
Just like Ill call you right back or Ill see you around
Reckless abandon was the order of the day
I was mugged on Las Ramblas in the pouring rain
The half German girl giving nothing away
The dirty little thing, I was never the same, she said
Im just happy with the sun on my shoulders
Rattle your drink, you know were getting older
Tip-toe around the world on your lonesome
I got it tough you know, at least thats what I told them
I think back to the cast of yesterday
The real stars dont hit, they ricochet