One Mechanic Town (Live Demo Version)

She sank without a trace in a little one mechanic town

All the old folks shrugged their shoulders when I asked around

She was the spooky type who never made a sound

But who was always there when you turned around

She was always there when you turned around

Braided chestnut hair, skinny white legs

Is she swimming from the willow, is she swimming in the dregs?

Is this the late-night stretsch where she lost control?

Where her little white car wrapped itself around the pole?

Wrap her up, can't you see she's growing cold!

Where she want to run to? Why she want to go?

Now the white wax flowers frow covering the mound

Where she sank without trace in a little one mechanic town

Where she want to run to? Why she want to go?