When they stole that van From in front of my house There was a part of me tied to the engine Maybe I was the engine Dragging those boys through the desert Tumbleweeds in my hubcaps Tambourine shoved in the driveshaft Good chords locked in the glovebox
Pull it all downstairs In the red light bar On the carpeted Stage The ceiling comes down to my ballcap Outside the air weighs a hundred pounds Bridesmaids pour out of the bar doors Everything black but the concrete
You take the front seat I'll try to drive It's hard enough singing When the hotel chokes on your memories Maybe let's watch The Sopranos Maybe let's order Chinese The laundry machine isn't breathing
I write about Julie In a little white chair There's nothing for music There's styrofoam crushed in the garbage Someone says let's get a move on Aw man I'm just gettin my groove on There's sleeping bags over their shoulders
I thought you were crying You said you through For good, nothing funny It always goes that way this time San Francisco in the nighttime Pacing outside of the grocery store Saying I can't do this
We went in the woods It was just me and you The river was dry You pulled me down under the water Funny what makes you feel cared for Funny how well I remember What a relief to be grateful The blood leaks right out of my body Right out of my body
At the family reunion Above ground pool There were uncles all over Nieces on edges of buildings Peering down into the party Barbecue breath on their pink tongues Lemonade stains on their tank tops
We went away to a coat room Lay still there under a window Called out the names of your brothers The truth is I live to roll overTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
