Текст песни At The Drive In — Star Slight
sailing all alone, guided by starlight
nowhere is my home
inside of my mind
we've paid that shoeshine boy
whose buff has no smile
he spits on your tip-toes
and you keep hugging folklore
like it's out of style, out of focus
harum scarum
we promote this cover, discover
and you know your insides true
better than i do