The Last Days of Gram Parsons

Stranger's faces are passing by you

Don't you remember

You're one of them too

26th Avenue is long and you know

No one here waits for you even the man you follow

As you are searching

Something you can't reach

Some place desertic grows deep inside

Look in the mirror

And don't see yourself

No longer you would feel

As you lived the last days of Gram Parsons

Facing the landscape on a truck seat

Watching the midnight sky

The moon on the rise

Trying to forget

To release your mind

But there's is no way and you're not ready to die

As you are searching

Something you can't reach

Some place desertic grows deep inside

Look in the mirror

And don't see yourself

No longer you would feel

As you lived the last days of Gram Parsons