Question

Ɖօ ʏօʊ ċօռsɨɖɛʀ ʝʊaռ ʟʊռa's sքօɨʟaʀɨʊʍ as a քɦɨʟɨքքɨռɛ ċօռtɛʍքօʀaʀʏ aʀt?աɦʏ?

Answer 1

Answer:

I'm on the high ridge looking down

While we're evolving, I get old

If I get back then I'll be grateful

Look there's a billboard on the moon

Let me take you this far

This crossing isn't much to me

There's lightning in the storm clouds

And I'll send you there to stay

You got me lost in Magic City

You got me questioning it all

I hope that I make it home by Wednesday

And this Magic City lets me go"