The Car from Ornithology by Whit Waltman
Tracklist
| 7. | The Car | 6:39 |
Lyrics
Pulled up the car, get inside
I’d like for this to stop so we can hide
Find a mountain home, I want a view when I am old
You never stood straight, you just kind of fold
I never had Bonnie, I just had Clyde
And for some odd reason, I romanticized
While I was obsessed with striking gold
You stood by this marriage as it turned to mold
You never stood straight, you just kind of fold
You never found warmth, you preferred cold
And who the hell was I to cast stones?
Remove who we are, then we’ll find room
“California, we're not in love”
We were just there when push came to shove
Pull back the shades and perfect a knot
Do as you're told, exactly how I taught
Buying that land was the first thing we faced
Finding a yard where our children could play
“California, this was a mistake”
All these men and their wives demanding you pay
You never stood straight, you just kind of fold
You never found warmth, you preferred cold
And who the hell was I to cast stones?
Remove who we are, then we’ll find room
Threw a dog a bone to see if he'd react
I'm ashamed cause I still want it back
I knew no evil in this house of mine
It's funny how those things change overtime
You never stood straight, you just kind of fold
You never found warmth, you preferred cold
And who the hell was I to cast stones?
Remove who we are, then we’ll find room
Please stop the car, remove who we are
Find a way out, pick a different route
Please stop the car, remove who we are
Find a way out, pick a different route
