Mexico Texaco

Sometimes I just, I can't help but think

There's a particular way for an angel to sleep

With her head just so, turned up unaware

That you're standing there watching her dream something

Frightfully beautiful

And why can't I take this car and drive it to Mexico

And we'll rob a Texaco in Santa Fe where we'll run out of gas

I wonder why, it scares me to death

You tell me everything you ever thought about love was a lie

And I should be struck dumb... happily insane

But the man in my head recommends against paving my history

So why can't I take this car and drive it to Mexico

We'll rob a Texaco in Santa Fe where we'll run out of gas

Why can't I take this bird and fly her to Jupiter

Pitstop in Venus, stare back at the Earth while she

Catches her sweet soft breath

Why can't I take this car

Why can't I take this bird