They’re in the front seat, he’s got the radio low And the moon hangs over idlewild as the planes touch down He is talking but she’s not listening She is thinking of her father, who died when she was young
I’m in the back seat, they think I’m sleeping But I am listening for the cracks between their voices in the dark We are a family, we are a shipwreck And we’re picking up my grandma who is getting very old
And they think she’s dying But I think she’s laughing I think she’s riding Halley’s Comet from fort Lauderdale to here But when I see her I’ll keep her secret We all have our secrets that we keep inside ourselves
They built this airport but in a few years They’ll name it after Kennedy, the one who died today And he will leave her, and she will suffer And they will never really know each other at all
They think we’re driving But I know we’re drifting They think we’re off on some adventure where the hero saves the day We think we’re special We think we’re golden We think we’re walking on the moon but we are dancing in the dark
We shoot our rockets, we shoot our presidents We shoot the commies and the niggers and the Vietcong Everything changes, everything stays the same And the moon hangs over idlewild as the planes touch down…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
