Текст песни Miracle Mile - John E Vistic

Well I've followed the Hunter down to the Breakfast of Kings
Two grapefruits, three hamburgers and four beers
A pack of cigarettes
If that don't get you going baby, nothing will
Not in this valley of tears
But I've dreamed of Pontiacs and Cadillacs and old Chevrolets
Barrelling down the highways of my youth
But that road keeps on changing
And people moving on
Seems like nothing here was designed to last

But old Chuck Bukowski's run away down stream
You know you just can't drink yourself dry
But I won't cast a cold eye on life, on death
As I pass by, I'm just waiting on that Miracle Mile

Well I've been around the world
I've seen the canyons in the sky
And the billion stars that burn right through the night
I've been young and innocent and foolish
And rude to the wise
I took for granted everything that I had
And I threw love away I should have held onto
You know I thought I shone the brighter flame
But there's nothing in the world that ain't been seen before
And I'm not the one to rewrite all the rules

But old Chuck Bukowski's run away down stream
You know you just can't drink yourself dry
But I won't cast a cold eye on life, on death
As I pass by, I'm just waiting on that Miracle Mile
I'm just waiting on that Miracle Mile

And old Chuck Bukowski's run away down stream
You know you just can't drink yourself dry
But I won't cast a cold eye on life, on death
As I pass by, I'm just waiting on that Miracle Mile
I'm just waiting on that Miracle Mile
I'm just waiting on that Miracle Mile