Could have lived in West Covina
But I've come from far and near
When you get to a personal milestone
Pigeon ghosts, and no sound man
Ride away in a broken Suburban
And no sound man that I've been
it's hard to see the here and now
Well, I've been told a rabbit in a slam
And sailman that right away
And no sailman that we've
I wish you'd be my ticket to heaven
And I wish you'd shine your light on mine
Boy, it never gets to the sea
When you get to a personal milestone
A pigeon goes and no sound man
A mix of man and a broken suburban
Pigeon goes and no sailman
Innocent man that we've all been
And there we go, and there we go
When you get a personal milestone
Cause you know it's a no sound man
Ride away and improve with some bourbon
No sound man's a high man
When you get to a personal milestone
Cause you know it's a no sound man
Mississippi and the broken suburbs
Broken down Mississippi and
When you get to a personal milestone
But you know there's no sound there
Mississippi and the broken suburbs
Broken down Mississippi and
When you get to a personal milestone
Mississippi and the broken suburbs
Broken down, broken down,
