Mustang Lane from Footpaths by The Bone Folders

We used to speak in secret code, ignoring signs along the road
Riding bicycles and kissing in the rain
Jane was sweet and I was virtually insane
And by morning we would finally make our way
Back to Mustang Lane

But soon the cracks began to show
There were things I didn’t want to know
And her dealer would come calling in the night
He was friendly, but it feel quite right
So I counted every flower in the frame, at Mustang Lane

Jane was oozy like honey, golden brown yet sickly sweet
And if things didn’t change in a minute
Then they pretty much all turned around in a week, at Mustang Lane

Jane knew she had to make a change, her sister called from W.A.
So on Monday she was leaving on a plane
Turns out the dealer, he got beaten up in jail
And as for me, well I’ve just ended up stayin’, at Mustang Lane
Mustang Lane

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