Tim McCoy - Runway Scars

You've got your runway scars (a bottle of booze)
Fancy cars (in your platform shoes)
A pile of blow (a rundown go-go)
You had your doubts (and your doubts won't go away)
Shot down runway (freaked out angst)
Legends and stars (freaked out angst)
Mansion driveways (leading to nowhere)
Friends you thought (no one cares)
Shot down runway
Freaked out angst
100 miles an hour to your last dance
Your last chance
Won't you give her a chance?
Tipping scales
Pesky grey
Pile of mail that won't go away
You were young, but your best days have all gone
Where did you go?
Gone is gone
Shot down runway
Freaked out angst
100 miles an hour to your last dance
Your last chance
Won't you give her a chance?
Oooh
Ahhh
Shot down runway (fancy cars)
Uptown stars (runway scars)
Your last dance has come and gone

Written by:
Tim McCoy

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