Texty: Jim White. Corvair.

Sunlight in the weeds
I wish that I was blind
To the ghost 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

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

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

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

Got a simple friend out west
In the blink of an eye
I'd swap him straight his life for mine
And never wonder, "Why?"

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