Hair blowing in the hot wind

Time hanging from a clothespin

There's no sorrow that the sun's not gonna heal

Smell the leather of your new car

Drive through the desert after nightfall

Sleep on the shoulder, keep the stars all to ourselves The kind of love that makes my back hurt

Wearing nothing but a T-shirt

She's turning over on a mattress made of air

I close my eyes, I see a staircase

Leading upwards into blank space

All of creation makes a sound too soft to hear So I remain between her legs

Sheltered from all my fears

While bikers glide by highway shrines

Where pilgrims disappear I know that trouble's been your good friend

Catch your company on the weekends

Catch your company even once your mind was made

You said, it's over and it's finished

Now a headache's all you left with

We're no different, I've got debts I'd like to pay We should move to Sausalito

Living's easy on a house boat

Let the ocean rock us back and forth to sleep

In the morning when the sun rise

Look in the water, see the blue sky

As if heaven has been laid there at our feet So we remain between these waves

Sheltered for all our years

While bikers glide by highway shrines

Where pilgrims disappear Where time takes icebergs

Where fields burn westward

Where pilgrims disappear