She's got a ticket to ride.

It's getting close to sundown over the sierra; stranded on the heat wave, burning with desire. He was on the sidewalk, looking for a nightlife; talked about the real thing and drove into the fire. Headlights on the highway, the desert wind is howling; rattlesnakes and romance are spilling with the rain. Candy apple red dress bleeding when she kissed me; heaven in a ragtop takes away my pain. When your chips are down, when your highs are low, joy ride; move across the night like a separate wind, joy ride. Pulled up to a motel, vacancy was buzzing, pink and dirty neon settled on the hood. Wrapped his arms around me, come a little closer; stumbled in the twilight and fell onto the floor of the mona lisa, Dreaming of the free world, lipstick on the nightstand and demons at the door. When your chips are down, when your highs are low, joy ride; move across the night like a separate wind, joy ride. When your hopes and dreams lose the will to go, joy ride. Reaching for the light, more than we can win and something in the distance; a glorious existence, a simple celebration, a place you never went before. Why don't you kiss me and tell me that you want it? Reaching for the light, more than we can win. When your chips are down, when your highs are low, joy ride. All your hopes and dreams, all you need to know, joy ride.

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¿Y viste cuando mirás una foto y decís «que genial sería poder volver un mes atrás»?