Willow is sleeping outside on the weeping grass It's December It hasn't rained in two years, it's flown by so fast She remembers Nights in the valley, silicone lucid dreams And a promise She made to herself that as soon as she turned 18 She'd be running for office
If we're ever gonna make it out of sausalito There's no better time than now We'll be driving thru the land of spray tans and mosquitos Past all the paper towns If we're ever gonna make it out If we're ever gonna make it out If we're ever gonna make it out of sausalito There's no better time than now
Stella is thinking, nursing her second Blue Moon She thinks it's funny Never really liked the taste, like drinking perfume She prefers milk and honey All of the people frozen in a mile line On the corner All look the same, nickels and a dozen dimes Laid out before her
If we're ever gonna make it out of sausalito There's no better time than now We'll be driving thru the land of beer cans and casinos Past all the washed up clowns If we're ever gonna make it out If we're ever gonna make it out If we're ever gonna make it out of sausalito There's no better time than now
Willow is driving down highways in a VW bus It's electric Picked up a hitchhiker with blue hair and turquoise thumbs How eclectic Asked where she's going, Stella said “I don't know” “I guess anywhere” Willow said “neither do I” as she turned and laugh “I guess we'll know when we get there”
If we're ever gonna make it out of sausalito There's no better time than now We'll be driving thru the land of fake Al Pacino's looking for a one night stand If we're ever gonna make it out If we're ever gonna make it out If we're ever gonna make it out of sausalito There's no better time than nowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
