Sausalito

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

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