歌詞
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Underneath was painted slimy green
Saint Lauren built in the seventies
No intelligent thing left to say
The boat washed up, it did in a Marshall way
Motorcycle, 1953
Yellow mountain cub and Indian sheep
Rusted in and old and dumpy shed
Won't push the wheel well over the tired chair
And I was like, "Oh my God, is this actually happening to me?"
Off of the side of the road, you looked over cautiously
Rolled down the window, said, "You look like a girl I used to know
Why don't we leave this town together wherever the wind blows?"
Hey
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Through the dirt fields in Colombia
I had to hitchhike back to Montezuma
Ended up in some place far away
Wearing cowboy boots, got a two dollar switchblade in my back pocket
A 077BMW
Series three, that goes a hundred and two
Sittin' on the level one and two
You got your muddy blueprint a-coverin' up the floor
And I was like, "Oh my God, is this actually happening to me?"
Off of the side of the road, you looked over cautiously
Rolled down the window, said, "You look like a girl I used to know"
"Why don't we leave this town together wherever the wind blows?"
Yeah, yeah
Look at the posters that are on the wall
Michael Jordan standin' six feet tall
It's in your closet or behind your bed
No Philly Phil, no Cincinnati Ray
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Like we hit the thrill
Written by: Ben Yudin, Zach Yudin
