Whitehorse Mexico Texaco
Sometimes I just, I can't help but think
There's a particular way for an angel to sleep
With her head just so, turned up unaware
That you're standing there watching her dream something
frightfully beautiful
And why can't I take this car and drive it to Mexico
And we'll rob a Texaco in Santa Fe where we'll run out of gas
I wonder why, it scares me to death
You tell me everything you ever thought about love was a lie
And I should be struck dumb... happily insane
But the man in my head recommends against paving my history
So why can't I take this car and drive it to Mexico
We'll rob a Texaco in Santa Fe where we'll run out of gas
Why can't I take this bird and fly her to Jupiter
Pitstop in Venus, stare back at the Earth while she
catches her sweet soft breath
Why can't I take this car
Why can't I take this bird
