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