The answer is the Pacific shore. The place where he was born and the place where he did hardly grow.
He's a rambler and rambling is his fate. And rambling is the only life he knows. Through the rain the sleet and the snow, he's bound to be out on that interstate. Headed on to the next toll-man's gate. 'Cause rambling is the rambler's state
-------- he’s tripping over graves • as rain begins to fall • and finally they escape when the shuttle bus is called
Where Was Frank Born. Please?
Posted - 01/17/2005 : 13:40:08
