Sunlight in the weeds...I wish that I was blind...to the ghosts

Dancing in the breeze...blowing through my mind

Got a Corvair in my yard. It hasn't run in fifteen years

It's a home for the birds now. It's no longer a car

Last night I dreamed that I was swimming in a sea

Like always, with everything I went in too deep

Got a Corvair in my yard. It hasn't run in fifteen years

It's a home for the birds now. It's no longer...a car

Got a simple friend out west, and in the blink of an eye

I'd swap him straight, his life for mine...and never wonder "Why?"