Dine-Weller

There's twelve steps to Eddie Cochran baby
Two flowers growing through the pavement crack
Wish I was purple but I'm red instead

Catch a ride it's so pure and fresh and clean
Shafts of light that stream and holler
The dust that dances on the air to me, you'll see

Your lips are like milk, honey
I'll grow through your cracks and you'll see
I'll make it right, I'll make it right

Catch a ride it's so pure and fresh and clean
Shafts of light that stream and holler
The dust that dances on the air to me, you'll see