Grand Prix

This car smells all too familiar

Stale cigarettes and ac

Now that we got that hour back

I can finally save some face

Dreaming of white sands

And life long indian summers

I never belonged

Anywhere but here

You are the light

You are the resurrection

It all comes out

In the wash

These butterflies feel like vultures

Let the sand fill in around me

Float away down chester creek

I know that you said

You like my hair long

But all these close calls

Were too close for comfort

I'll miss the love songs

That weren't written about me

You are the light

You are the resurrection

It all comes out

In the wash

I was never a prophet

Nor a shepherd

It all comes out

In the wash