Killing Flowers

Tom is a rich man on his knees,

Suzanne a sweet girl on her own.

They're traveling far up to the moon,

the struggle is hard into the groove,

the foam of the day shines onto the loon,

waterlily grows and we hang loose, yeah.

And we would ride along the high ways,

thinking bout the dream we have.

And we would ride along the high ways,

thinking bout the dream we have.

Ride along, ride along.