Flash back to a year ago,
count stacks, fifty-two ago.
All the hope, drop down like a domino,
but we let it go on and on.
Back to the world where we can see,
echo strong, river deep, concrete hazy.
Won’t you take a ride with me?
It’s easy come never go,
please make way for telephones.
Call me crazy, call me slow -
go hang up, but won’t you take a ride with me?
