Air stream driver. . Another polish funeral day. And we burned all the money up. Pepper spray and swollen lips. Press your face a window ham. And I pray we never do arrive.
From the bed to the car, let us stick to you now. And then move on, move on. Out of school, into home, let us swallow you whole. Or just hold on, hold on.
You can make up a list. Of the things you want could be anything. When you've crossed them all off. And there's nothing left to start again. . The occasional milestone on your path.
All the angels on the wire. Getting dizzy from the heights. Go carefully, carefully. Oh, airstream driver. . She shoots but never misses. Stare down passin traffic.
She had perfect eyes. That's all she had. And in the these perfect skies. Makes you glad. . She has alibis. And they're not bad. And in these perfect skies.