405 Songtext

von Steve Wynn

Shiny slant six with a twin-fin jive.
Blowing black smoke on the 405.

I rest my case on this time and place.

Cold wheel moving in my head
From the first shot down to the moment I am dead.

I rest my mind on this place and time.

Black Ford moving slow and lazy.
Ronnie Spector singing "Be My Baby".

Cold wheel moving in the night
From the first off-ramp to the last red light.

I rest my blood in the rain and mud.

Cold wheel keeps rolling on.

You see shapes and you see signs.
The ghosts are crawling 'cross the double lines.

I rest my blood in the rain and mud.

Turn off the radio and let the wheels do the talking.
Wait until the fuel line breaks and then start walking.

And everything that I thought was right, it gets lost in the middle of the night.
And everything that I thought was good, it gets caught underneath the hood.
And everything that I held dear, it gets lost in the rear view mirror.
And everything that kept me alive, it's rolling like thunder on the

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