Текст песни Broken Dreams - Brazzaville

Some are young and some are old
Some just want a girl to hold
Some are kind and some are mean
They treat you like a trampoline
And some they want to save your soul

Dawns in motel rooms
Sunday mornings
Early June
Pills and alcohol
Lonely truck stops
Bathrooms stalls

Lovers come and lovers go
And life it passes by real slow
Then one day you wake to find
That you're no longer 29
Just an old girl on the stroll