歌手:Pavement
专辑:《Wowee Zowee》

Sunday driving past your own hall of fame
It's closed on weekdays shut for good

Pick out no one when you're talkin'

Felt like rattlesnakes were walkin'

No one has a clue
The parting shots the thin caught
Fault line dancing across the frigid air shafts

A spastic grass a criminal's child

Count to ten and read

Until the lights begin to bleed

Lights til you actually a see the rays
And your thoughts they start turning

Tells you lessons that you're learning

No one has a clue

The gauzy thoughts of those dirty scots
Wrestling with the elements up on the trail high

I need to know

Where does it go How do I get there What will I find

Fun fun fun fun for the summertime blues

It's gonna set you free