Text: Jim White. Other. Corvair.

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.
Last night I dreamed that I was swimming in a sea.
Like always, with everything I went in too deep.
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.
Got a simple friend out west,
and in the blink of an eye,
I'd swap him straight,
his life for mine...
and never wonder
"Why?".