Land locked this place dont give me no leeway The same bloody lights, the same bloody freeway Grand plans are shelved and dreams put on ice Clichs are jammed in the preverbial vice I hit upon a spark plug, the wheels were in motion To the wrong god damn coast, to the wrong god damn ocean The next hostel was to far away Why are you in a hurry son, Livingstones my name, he said Im just happy with the sun on my shoulders Rattle your drink, you know were getting older Tip-toe around the world on your lonesome I got it tough you know, at least thats what I told them I think back to the cast of yesterday The real stars dont hit, they ricochet We started making tracks but didnt get far If my memory serves me, we stayed at the bar But one things for sure, we left on something profound Just like Ill call you right back or Ill see you around Reckless abandon was the order of the day I was mugged on Las Ramblas in the pouring rain The half German girl giving nothing away The dirty little thing, I was never the same, she said Im just happy with the sun on my shoulders Rattle your drink, you know were getting older Tip-toe around the world on your lonesome I got it tough you know, at least thats what I told them I think back to the cast of yesterday The real stars dont hit, they ricochet