Play me a sad song because
That's what I want to hear
I want you to make me cry
I want to remember the places that we left,
Lost to the mists of time
I know that you'll go soon
You'll find out so take me with you always
On buses that move through the night
We sleep on and on
We got off at Memphis, black-top heat will make us thirsty.
We'll never get sick anymore
