And as we've gone out
To the clouds
Of a one man southern sky
Cruising over America
Continent of limbos
And we live in the days
Of the old we are part
In the path of love
And our sound leaks out
Of the stereo
Everybody says so
There's a new
In my lid
Now we're taking these eyes
To know
With creedence loud on the radio
Hope we're gonna die a little
There's a new
In my lid
Now we're taking
These eyes to know
With creedence loud on the radio
Hope we're gonna die a little
