French Car

I've been to the desert on a tiny French car Living gets so simple when surrounded by sand Used to be the refrain of the song Always coming twice for you to sing along I left home, this time for good, morons stay in charge Bad synapses taking place inside my battered skull I get lost and I get found, never felt so calm As running down the empty plains with the sun burning in my eyes Oh the money, If I had the money I would be a king Oh the money, If I had the money I would buy you a diamond ring I don't think we have a soul, we're just made of hungry flesh Any sins they charge on you, don't go and confess I've been to the desert on a tiny French car Living gets so simple when surrounded by sand Used to be the refrain of the song Always coming twice for you to sing along Never dreamt of California, I can stand the rain I don't think of a lover as a thing you can exchange But the scars you see in my hands and the scars deep in my heart Both required a change of air, somewhat of a clean start There's a tingling in my bones telling me to move ahead Every time the highway calls I'm a fool for her sweet embrace I've been to the desert on a tiny French car Living gets so simple when surrounded by sand Used to be the refrain of the song Always coming twice for you to sing along