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?".

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