North Hills

Oh, Lou- I'd like to let you know that I do not feel welcome. All the birds, the trees, the falling snow No they were not made for me. And all this is where her heart resides; we met in California She saw cities, promise reaching through my eyes And

There were moments of dreams I was offered to save I live less like a workhorse, more like a slave I thought that one quick moment that was noble or brave Would be worth the most of my life. So I pointed my fingers, and shout a few quotes I knew As i