405 - Steve Wynn

Shiny slant six with a twin fin jive
Blowing black smoke on the 405
I rest my case on this time and place
Cold wheel moving in my head
From the first shot down to the moment I am dead
I rest my mind on this place and time
Black Ford moving slow and lazy
Ronnie Spector singing Be My Baby
Cold wheel moving in the night
From the first off ramp to the last red light
I rest my blood in the rain and mud
Cold wheel keeps rolling on
You see shapes and you see signs
The ghosts are crawling 'cross the double lines
I rest my blood in the rain and mud
Turn off the radio and let the wheels do the talking
Wait until the fuel line breaks and then start walking
And everything that I thought was right it gets lost in the middle of the night
And everything that I thought was good it gets caught underneath the hood
And everything that I held dear it gets lost in the rear view mirror
And everything that kept me alive it's rolling like thunder on the
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