I could’ve been an engineer not the kind that drives the trains but the kind that builds them and the bridges they cross. Catch me over here, in my hard yellow hat, squinting at the pale grey light on this plastic number machine, you know, the fancy kind
The Scribbler
The Scribbler
The Scribbler
I could’ve been an engineer not the kind that drives the trains but the kind that builds them and the bridges they cross. Catch me over here, in my hard yellow hat, squinting at the pale grey light on this plastic number machine, you know, the fancy kind