Композитор: Joseph Gordon-Levitt, Eve Hewson, John Carney, Gary Clark, Robert John Ardiff
Текст
Get in my car, I'll drive you through the canyon
breathe in Topanga for the day
And when we reach the ocean, and we can't go further west
we'll keep driving anyway
I'll take you down to Dollymount
And we'll fuck behind the dunes
I'll kiss your mouth all whiskey breath
and then I'll leave your heart in ruins
Maybe we should meet in the middle
Maybe we could find a little city no one knows
And if we just gave us a minute on our own
Maybe we could call it home
Forget the stars of Hollywood
or big old houses in Bel Air
I can introduce you to the angels of my city
but we'll find them anywhere
I'll drag you round town by your ear
Still wringing from the rain
I'll buy you chips and tea and beer
And then I'll crush your heart again
Maybe we should meet in the middle
Maybe we could find a little city no one knows
And if we just gave us a minute on our own
a minute on our own
Maybe we could call it home
Maybe we could call it home
Maybe we could call it home
EVE HEWSON, GARY CLARK, JOHN CARNEY, JOSEPH GORDON-LEVITT, ROBERT JOHN ARDIFF