Hey there. Hay ride. Two Irish brothers busk. In the back of a truck.
A couple of guitars. And the sun. That is all it takes, oh, and their vocal cords for some fun.
Through the town they sing. Riding along. An empty road. Backwards is how they see everything.
Graffiti on the wall, graffiti on the floor.
They walk along. In the sun, they sing.
The lights in the tunnel fly by. The lights of the city light up the sky.
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