Missing Sign from Car Country by KAN-KAN

would you help me find my owner she is about yay tall
My face now resides on the community cork board i live stapled on a telephone poll I will fade with each passing sun
After my roadside deployment I went strolling through suburban canyons to feed the frail body I walk around town nothing like what was waiting for me when I opened your door

I have bitten the hand that has fed me love
I know not what is enough
I was ditched in a ditch on the side of the road I dont mind which the way the wind will send me when it blows

After my royal disownment I went scrolling on endless pages just to fill the empty mind I boast nothing like nothing at all I can hear the warm bodies through the telephone waiting to take my call
I will pay for the wasted minutes
Hung up on these hanging minutes

• Pop
• San Diego
• psychedelic
• synth
• San Diego