Corvair

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?»