American Car
My circus train pulls through the night
Full of lions and trapeze artists
I'm done with elephants and clowns
I want to
Run away and join the office
Aimless sister, you're surrounded
Angel-faced and I'm astounded
How sweet you are
In your long, black American Car
And you know just where to find me
If I don't know who you are
You will remind me
There's a girl down in the bar
A flaming star upon her shoulder
Slugging hot pink frozen drinks
To put the foot down on her smolder
Easy, Cowboy, what's the rush now?
She may cleave me like a snowplow.
How sweet you are
All the lazy days are gone.
Still the grind is grinding on.
Throw the memories in a drawer.
Lock myself behind a door.
Writer/s: Dan Wilson / Mike Doughty
