RESTSTOP from Jean Seberg by Stephen Gevedon

Crowded, cornered and left to die.
She never had a friend to watch her cry.
Birds talk of things and spring to come,
What will you do when you can’t run?
Cries of love...
Cries of love...

Why cant we pull over?
Why cant we pull over?
Why cant we pull over?
Reststop.

I had a fever and I had a dream.
Someone screamed when the flags went up,
the fireworks had begun.
The sky was red and the sky was blue,
and the all of their fortunes had been spun.
Cries of love...
Cries of love...

Why cant we pull over?
Why cant we pull over?
Why cant we pull over?
Reststop.
Why cant we pull over?
Why cant we pull over?
Why cant we pull over?

• Acoustic
• cassette
• folk
• moody
• nighttime
• New York