Shooting Stars on the Road to Timbuktu
Don't call on me tomorrow, oh, tomorrow I'll be gone
You can keep my records, I don't need them anymore
At the place where I am going, they don't have no record players
They don't know about you, and I won't be the one who tells
Dancing drunk and barefoot on the rooftop of your car
I'll always remember the look you gave me that first night
You smelt of fresh blackberries and I pretended to stay calm
How so sweet a thing could end up turning out so sour?
Now shooting stars are falling on the road to Timbuktu
But I'm asking for no wishes, I'm afraid they may come true
Travel light and travel fast like a bird migrating south
The same memories that fuel me used to hold me back with doubt
I'm still hanging to your picture, but the colors are getting blurred
I wonder whether our visions will fade out like that someday
There are no tomorrows for the three words; you and m
But the road is wide and open, and time does not mean a thing
Yes, there are no tomorrows for the three words; you and me
But the road is wide and open, and time just does not mean a thing
You can keep my records, I don't need them anymore
At the place where I am going, they don't have no record players
They don't know about you, and I won't be the one who tells
Dancing drunk and barefoot on the rooftop of your car
I'll always remember the look you gave me that first night
You smelt of fresh blackberries and I pretended to stay calm
How so sweet a thing could end up turning out so sour?
Now shooting stars are falling on the road to Timbuktu
But I'm asking for no wishes, I'm afraid they may come true
Travel light and travel fast like a bird migrating south
The same memories that fuel me used to hold me back with doubt
I'm still hanging to your picture, but the colors are getting blurred
I wonder whether our visions will fade out like that someday
There are no tomorrows for the three words; you and m
But the road is wide and open, and time does not mean a thing
Yes, there are no tomorrows for the three words; you and me
But the road is wide and open, and time just does not mean a thing
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Writer(s): Yuri Mendez Barrios
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