It's cold in California
Their windy glares scold ya
And send you away
Blood soaked sky winter day
November grows lonely
My heart longs for comely
Embraces from the one I wish that I loved
Loneliest Boy
Oh...
You'll never feel true love
So cut it all away
Cut it all away
It was deafening and frozen
On a four am road run through Sapce Mountain Hills
Coming Down from the thrill
I was among my big family
Feeling like a solo tragedy
Black sheep weeping inside
So I went for a solo drive through my dark side
Copyright 2007 Beau Phillips