the coast

Bleach my hair, pack my Cherokee and Watch my parents bite their tongues, until they're nearly bleeding Heading west, with a three month stand Twice my age, call it a stage, I thought I'd try a man Vermont in May, the taste of rain A few more states until illusion's gone and washed away A hit and run, no one to blame Just two sad people tryin' to make it through another day And by the time we reach the coast The spell will have worn off us both I was young, knew it all I was spring, you were fall Made of walls We all still have to face our ghosts Made of walls Motel sheets, a sea of beige I ask for Bright Eyes, but instead you'll only play Nick Cave Won't let me drive, my own damn car Is that your dad? Asks every biker in this Upstate bar I put your hands, around my neck You clutch your pearls, say kids today, they have no self-respect I get dressed, you fake a yawn Then ask for money from that high horse that you rode in on And by the time we reach the coast The spell will have worn off us both I was young, knew it all I was spring, you were fall Made of walls We all still have to face our ghosts Made of walls We're a roadside attraction, oh we're meant to pass by It's a genuine effort, but it's wrapped in a lie We're a lie And by the time we reach the coast The spell will have worn off us both We're a lie I was young, knew it all I was spring, you were fall Made of walls We all still have to face our ghosts Made of walls