Doors - To Come Of Age Lyrics
A military station in the desert.Can we resolve the pastLurking jaws, joints of time?The baseTo come of age in a dry placeHoles and caves.My friend drove and hour each day from the mountainsThe bus gives you a hard-on with books in your lapSomeone shot the bird in the afternoon dance showThey gave out free records to the best coupleSades dance best, from the hip.