With a backpack on my shoulder
With my brothers and my sister
You kindle all my desires
I'm staring at the stars now
Could you pull them down?
Could you pull them down?
Maybe if I want you, maybe I should tell you,
instead of all these guessing games
Cause it's something bout the trees here
I'm driving through the mountains
You know it's paramount that
These bad feeling we're losing
And even if I'm holding way on, way on
I'll be driving through the mountains
WRITERS
Alexis Alvarez, Carlos Lozano, Emiliano Monsivais, Jose Hernandez, Joseph Garza, Lyndon Lepovitz