Each day, an old book closes.
top
90 on the freeway.
Up and away
I’ve been building. Each day,
I’m climbing higher and higher
I have to be close to where I want to be.
Each day, an old book closes.
90 on the freeway.
Up and away
I’ve been building. Each day,
I’m climbing higher and higher
I have to be close to where I want to be.
