Last Rock
Alone, baby, carry me home
from this wasteland.
I've got to belong
somewhere;
just point me in the right direction,
show me the last rock.
I've got a feeling that I'll never make it there alive.
from this wasteland.
I've got to belong
somewhere;
just point me in the right direction,
show me the last rock.
I've got a feeling that I'll never make it there alive.