Dan Busby - 82 Suburban

by High Stereo June 04, 2019

There’s times that feel like peace of mind will come my way
There’s times that feel like it’s all behind me, my thoughts at bay
There’s parts of me that will always need to look over my shoulder!
Plot that route through the smoke ya!

Live by the gun or rest easy by the gun  Born fugitive, raised up, hunted down, on the run 1982 red suburban getaway Case caught fame, now they want momma on the resume  Slip through the borders, safe house like the warlords
Plot the next move forward, discrete meet with reporters  Out quick, the spot gets hot! Not hard to make out when the cops on the block  Find me, find me, I’m gone yeah, dodge them every time ya Straight from California a la Costa Mexicana

And there’s times that feel like peace of mind will come my way
And there’s times that feel like it’s all behind me, my thoughts at bay
There’s parts of me that will always need to look over my shoulder!
Plot that route through the smoke ya!

Forever tied to this clandestine life  Every city map marked up, with another place to hide Remember counting street lights, passing through califas  One day we’ll come back, with our freedom and our peace yeah
And if the fight don’t end, you’ll catch me flying swift And stealth around the bend and through the dust vanish  Before the red and blue begin and one day when the smoke go clear  The tail is gone and the ride don’t steer
I’ll take a breath, tell the story from the Jungle depths  Rest my head, recount the steps, rising From the bitterest  Times when life can be the best, yeah…
When life can be the best, yeah…

And there’s times that feel like peace of mind will come my way
And there’s times that feel like it’s all behind me, my thoughts at bay
There’s parts of me that will always need to look over my shoulder!
Plot that route through the smoke ya!