The Tracks of Tyler Hilton

I started up my hollow Piece of wood to follow A day that doesn't come to the lucky And I realize there's tomorrow But I would rather wallow In the rain than moods that seem so potlucky Well I'm cruisin' El Paseo In my off-white coupe back '65 Oh I'm

Everywhere you go, perfection Follows you the wrong direction And you will never see it for You get all that you need and more You see it, you want it You find it, it's yours But you can't say what you want or Take what you want or Choose the moods t