Station Wagon

I need a new solution

I need a new resolution and it's not even the end of the year

(Hit or miss, hit or miss)

It goes swell with a cup of coffee

Extra sugar and extra cream, I'm living the dream

(Hit or miss, hit or miss)

I'm sweet enough but there's no harm in getting sweeter

Just ask Rita

(Hit or miss, hit or miss, hit or miss)

The hits are heavy but the misses are frequent

James Dean, juvenile delinquent

(Oh oh)

There's no time to erode

There's a new station wagon and it's hitting the road

(Oh oh)

I feel light as a feather

Just like that cloud up high,

I drift through all types of weather

(Oh) These hands keep on breaking

(Oh) Stretch through the mist,

I could never resist temptation

(Oh)

(Oh)

Look

Look up there

There's something in that cloud

We've all seen it before

A constant vapour of light

Lift up my trousers and kiss my ear lobes

Feel the rain tremble through the sky

Won't, won't somebody please bring me that cloud

And all is but a distant memory when I look up at it

Voices shatter in disbelief that anything could ever look so... beautiful

And like Atlas, I shall carry the weight of the sky on my shoulders

And if you listen closely,

then you'll hear the bones crack and the muscles stretch

Voices, voices, voices

Happiness is only a habit

And if that's true,

then I'm habitually dependent on something that I cannot control

Something I cannot touch, taste or tamper with

But nobody said this was going to be easy

And with you as my witness

I'm gonna try and achieve the unachievable

Because one day that vapour will be in my pocket

Comforted by lint and an external warmth

And I wonder

Will it drift?

Will it change colour, shape and size?

We're gonna be the only people who know about it

And that's the only kind of thing worth knowing about

Won't somebody please bring me that cloud

Move that cloud

Join us on Planet Cluj