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

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

I wonder why
It scares me to death
You tell me everything you ever thought about
Love was a lie

I should be struck dumb
Happily insane
Paving my history

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?
Pit stop 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...