Staring at the sun With no pants on How round and rosy She thinks she knows me Fighting off a cold Murdering a campfire song
Spitting in the wind From out a fast train Or on a causeway Trying to catch a bus Swear I gotta move Suffering the radio crime
Whistle in the sweet pine trees The imaginary airport breeze It flickers and flows Fans fires in the road And all we wanna do is go home Someone's gonna break your heart One cold gray morning
She sings
Oh whoa oh
Should we take this town Do we want to Tear the whole thing down Paint the rubble all tangerine Shimmer in the gas main fires
We don't promise and we tell no lies Learn to paddle when the waters rise Melancholy comes Like a robin at your window
So whistle in the sweet pine trees The imaginary airport breeze It flickers and flows Fans fires in the road And all we wanna do is go home Someone's gonna break your heart One cold gray morning
The kids sing
Oh whoa oh
And the traffic goes round and round Swallowing the road and spitting out clouds And the spirit she hides On a damp path of moss and stone From a fear we are born with and never outgrow And what else you can keep Your American cash and smile