Trout Fishing In America - 18 Wheels On A Big Rig Lyrics
(K. GrimwoodE. Idlet)I'm still spinning round, but I'm lowering my orbit,My feet don't touch the ground, sometimes I drag my knees;Over the fences, over the plain,Holdin' the canvas that's holdin' the rain,I know imagination's the only thing that can stop me.I'm still spinning around, coloring my senses,Helicopter dance, the cotton-cloudy day,Out through the window, over the trees,Follow the rivers right down to the seas,I know imagination's the only thing that can stop me.Dream the endless dream, memories erase themselvesChildhood just becomes a box stored upon the closet shelves.Dream the endless dream, memories replace themselvesBelieve in fantasies; look into your eyes, I see myself.Climbin' a rope ladder over the wall,I can be anything at all,I know imagination's the only thing that can stop me.I'm still spinning round, but I'm lowering my orbit,My feet don't touch the ground, sometimes I drag my knees;Over the fences, over the plain,Holdin' the canvas that's holdin' the rain,I know imagination's the only thing that can stop me.Climbin' a rope ladder over the wall,I can be anything at all,I know imagination's the only thing that can stop me;That can stop me.
