40 Years — текст песни (Counting crows)

I was born in the jungle

With the sickening smell of cinnamon in the air

I was born in a white hole and I cant believe the colors here

They stalk on a circle

Ive never been blessed with elephants memory

Im riding a red line nowhere



Refrain



If it takes 40 years for the gun to be paid for

If it takes 40 years Ill put the money away

If it takes 40 years to get the things that I need sir

If it takes 40 years Ill walk the thunder and the rain



I was born in a good home

Where the rising cost of raising children

Was not a factor and you cant believe the things it does to me

I feel with the white noise (? )

Well I never did much of anything anyway

Jump n a big train nowhere

On a big train nowhere



Refrain



I wanna buy me a good heart, and a conscience, maybe raise some children

I wanna get me a good wife, and God and God and God and god

And Ill start me a new life with a six foot color television

Ill start me a new life somewhere



I was born on a warm night

On the right coast, southeastern america

Dead on arrival, but you cant believe the things you hear

Ill fly me a white plane over water over blue and green and land in the

Ocean somewhere