Brazzaville - Broken Dreams

Some are young and some are old Some just want a girl to hold Some are kind and some are mean They treat you like a trampoline And some they want to save your soul Dawns in motel rooms Sunday mornings Early June Pills and alcohol Lonely truck stops Bathrooms stalls Lovers come and lovers go And life it passes by real slow Then one day you wake to find That you’re no longer 29 Just an old girl on the stroll