Walt Whitman Lyrics

Light it up like the city at night
Old dark bones in the city
Old Walt Whitman and borrowed alcoholWe drove fast shaking all the way
Like the waves in California
Sorry I never know what to say at allCaught in a whirlwind
Dry as a bone
And I don't think that I can make it
On my own
On my own, my own
On my own, my own
On my own, my ownBurning love man it never ends
I tried but I couldn't make it
Yeah your paperback lovers could never pay the billsWorn it once and then let it go
Or you may never shake it
End up drinking too much and pop a pillLoose like a feather
And left here alone
And I don't think that I can make it
On my own

On my own, my own
On my own, my own
On my own, my own
Songwriters
DAVID PATRICK CARROLL, DAVID PAUL SIMONETT, ERIK ROBERT BERRY, RYAN DAVID YOUNG, TIMOTHY POWELL SAXHAUGPublished by
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