i'll drive my golf cart around in circles
hand out the window like a draft-borne plane
sing to forget your worries
sing, flying down the lane
blast off like astronauts to the moon at midnight
skinny dip in a crater full, a mad couple coming off the pull, yeah
sing in that vacuuum space
sing into my brand new face
i can taste the relief coming in
comforting, hand into the popcorn tin
i can feel that relief settling in
my tongue starting to fall back in, yeah.
