Jeffrey Gray Somers - Books End lyrics

God he must be feeling pretty strange Five hundred miles in the rain He got on a Honda and rode across three states To Allegheny - Verona, PA He smoked as he stood out front And he waited for her to come The unreachable delusions of romantic memory Had embodied itself in his company And he knew that this ride would be his last It was the final solution anyhow He wants to tell you that he's only made of kindling Once he catches he burns up quickly