I use to bring my old book
As use to bring my pen… blue
I seat in the car
Watching the sky… blue…
I took a cigar,
And smoke it all through
The lines of my old book

The words are
The only way I have to
Complain about my self with you

And I use to heart my self when…
I use to write about them…
The times that I pass,
Writing my old book
The memories I have
Are all inside them…
The lines of my old book

The words are
The only way I have to
Complain about my self with you

I seat in the car
Watching the sky… blue
I took a cigar
And smoke it all through
The lines of my old book

The words are
The only way I have to
Complain about my self with you