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


And the suits sing
Oh whoa oh