Carload Of Thieves Golden
Up in the sky
I’ll leave a paper trail so you can find me
if my jet just happens to go down
The clouds will catch my falling body
if heaven wasn’t a fairytale then
I would be there now
And while I’m stuck in yesterday (while I’m stuck in yesterday)
you’re in the garden state
but we’re both wide awake tonight
And California will be great (five days, all expenses paid)
Sweaty palms, descending
this high was never ending
AND AS I STEP OUT ONTO SOLID GROUND
I LOOK UP AND WANT TO SURF THOSE JET-STREAM TIDES
AS I EMERGE FROM THOSE NEWARK GATES I SEE YOU
AND EVERYTHING JUST FLEAS MY MIND
AND THAT’S JUST FINE.