Corvair - Jim White

Sunlight in the weeds… I wish that I was blind… to the ghosts

Dancing in the breeze… blowing through my mind

Got a Corvair in my yard.

It hasn’t run in fifteen years

It’s a home for the birds now.

It’s no longer a car

Last night I dreamed that I was swimming in a sea

Like always, with everything I went in too deep

Got a Corvair in my yard.

It hasn’t run in fifteen years

It’s a home for the birds now.

It’s no longer… a car

Got a simple friend out west, and in the blink of an eye

I’d swap him straight, his life for mine… and never wonder «Why?»