Ford River Rouge Complex

Subliminal line in my pocket
I'm lost without the signs
At the gravity pace of a rocket
Crash into the moon
And cry the day he comes back
Till then I'll wait for the crash

She's with the angels
Down by the River Rouge
I'm eating bagels
Wishing myself innocence

Detroit is far cold in negative weather
To sit on the porch and wish
That my wands would be warmer
So they could be enough for yours
But you're cold and I'm not a doctor
I'm just a frail aging man
Apologies could not be better
Fallen off a simple course

She's with the angels
Down by the River Rouge
I'm eating bagels
Wishing myself innocence



Credits
Writer(s): James Mckenna
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