Vārdi: Mountain Goats, The. 15-1.

if I had a car and you were riding in it

I'd show you what my car could do

I head east down highway fifteen and see the starlight

shower over you

gas fumes rising from the blacktop

cheap hotels with flashing signs

just an old sweet song made new

and oozing through the pines



if I had thirty dollars and I could make time stop

and the moon was high up above

and moon beams fell like sweet cream

and the night air would carry our dark dreams



gas fumes off the highway

neon flashing everwhere

just an old sweet song made new by your body

and desert flowers blooming in the thick night air