Paroles de Automobile

Creeping down on Franklin Street, Bare feet on cold concrete, Walking to the corner store Where she recalls her own world war She can hear the automobiles Driving in her broken brain, Headed for the memory Of all these people gathered on a hill. I think they stand there still, Waiting for someone to carry them home, And they always will. (chorus) She got in the automobile, Driving to the place where the bombs went off. Teacher says you oughta look down, But you're lookin' out At all the fires turn to ash Songs they burn like paper trash The flames that ate the phonograph Are nipping at you now. Drifting in a dreamless sleep, Curled up on cold car seat, Startled by an earthquake sound She wakes to watch the moon fall down. She can hear the automobiles Driving up and down her brain Headed for the memory Of all these people gathered on a hill. I think they wait there still For their ride to carry them home, And they always will. chorus x3