Blue & That

At the playground, warm and scratched

Smoking what you said you didn't have

Imagine phoning Sandy from the slide

"Is that Sandy? Sandy, hi", oh, oh

Should I dye my hair?

Are you high yet?

A spare tyre cover blazin' in the sand

Run ahead to the smashed phone booth

Lean past where the glass was and wave back to you

Then past the pool, past the pool

"Forget her, man", "Oh, forget who?"

And the guys, they all clap when they talk

Ain't that weird morale?

And the car tyre rubber blooming 'round your legs