Dead Sea-
" I stood alone, upon the platform in vain
The puerto ricans they were playing me salsa in the rain
With open doors and manual locks
In fast food parking lots
I was a man on the move
New york had lied to me, I needed the truth
The puerto ricans they were playing me salsa in the rain
With open doors and manual locks
In fast food parking lots
I was a man on the move
New york had lied to me, I needed the truth
I don't gamble, but if I did I would bet on us
You told me you were good at running away
Domestic life, it never suited you like a suitcase
You left with just the clothes on your back
there are times when we live for somebody else
Your father died and you decided to live"