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.
Is just static on the radio
(Everything I think I know is just static on the radio)
Listening to: "Corvair" (No Such Place) - Jim White