Staring at the sun
With no pants on
High round and rosy
She thinks she knows me
Fighting off a cold
Murdering a campfire songSpitting in the wind
From out a fast train
Or on a causeway
Trying to catch a bus
Swear i gotta move
Sufferin' the radio crimeSo whistle in the sweet pine trees
The imaginary airport breeze
It flickers and flows
Fans fires in the road and
All we wanna do is go homeSomeone's gonna break your heart
One cold gray morning
But she sings:Oh-oh-whoa
Oh-oh-whoa
Oh-oh-whoa
Whoa-oh-oh (2x)Should we take this town?
Do we want to?
Tear the whole thing down
Paint the rubble all
Tangerine
Shimmer in the gas main firesWe don't promise and we tell no lies
Learn to paddle when the waters rise
Melancholy comes
Like the robin at your windowWhistle in the sweet pine trees
The imaginary airport breeze
It flickers and flows
Fans fires in the road and
All we wanna do is go homeSomeone's gonna break your heart
One cold gray morning
The kids sing:Oh-oh-whoa
Oh-oh-whoa
Oh-oh-whoa
Whoa-oh-oh (2x)And the traffic goes round and round
Swallowing the road and spitting out clouds
And the spirit she hides
On a damp path of moss and stone
From a fear we are born with and never outgrowAnd what else you can keep
Your american cash and smile
And the suits sing:Oh-oh-whoa
Oh-oh-whoa
Oh-oh-whoa
Whoa-oh-oh (4x)Oh-oh-whoa (someone's gonna break your heart)
Oh-oh-whoa
Oh-oh-whoa
Whoa-oh-oh (3x)
Composição: Adam Schlesinger / Chris Collingwood.
