Down this road againMy eyes open wide nowSoaking every sight conceivable.The bus tramples on ghost tire-tracksAs if to quell all the other times I put my head out the windowHappy to be alive. - A.Jayakumar
Down this road againMy eyes open wide nowSoaking every sight conceivable.The bus tramples on ghost tire-tracksAs if to quell all the other times I put my head out the windowHappy to be alive.
- A.Jayakumar