歌词：
Hart Emerson Cigarettes Gasoline

Cigarettes and gasoline Morning seas they call to me Pulling line in the early light Being seventeen Good things, good things Far away from the painted

Big blue skies and an open field My right hand on a steering wheel Two young lovers runnin' wild We bought string and a brand new kite We couldn't wait

How long can we wait To say goodbye? The words once they?re spoken Our words that we can?t take Back to where we were before Things got in the way Life

You got your pieces and you got your pawns You got devastation hands Life that leads like insanity What you need is you need Little something that will

Maybe I'm the joker Maybe I'm the fool in your eyes Maybe I'm the weak one Maybe I'm a liar in disguise Maybe I'm angry 'Cause I'm the one who's always

Oh, my dear What a race we have run Oh, my sweet What a phase we?ll become How do I go back to California? How do I leave the green fields here? Warm