Alamo Race Track

Big yellow eyes, full moon is rising Windows and fences, you'll take no risk You catch the world, big open eyes You catch some berries from trees that reach the sky You'll get older, you can't catch time You'll have a good life and then you'll die Bi

Watch the seamen See the faces come out You reach the ocean Now the noise seems too loud Is that a twister? Yeah you're trying to shout Yeah into the water Just like all the men with their hands up high All the men with their hands up high Television

Keep these walls from moving We should get on just fine Turn off the lights I've got to get myself together Don't be my savior Keep this girl away from me There's something changing I should get out of here Love me, leave me, stop Cut off your hoola