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Tonight, this three hour drive Might as well be to Alaska (Go faster car These feet per second) Tonight, this three hour drive Seems to move toward Antarctica (These mile markers can't speak to me) Hello, talk on the telephone Isn't all it's cracked up to be But that crackle and your voice move in harmony But they say that it is all but impossible They say that it is all but impossible But too much time has gone They say that it is all but impossible They say that it is all but impossible Too much time has gone Where did it go? No one knows Go faster car Say so These feet per second It's not impossible to get closer with miles between These mile markers can't speak to me So say so And now I'm at your door And I knock And I'm waiting My God, you look heavenly And time is so like weather when it's gone And time is sewn like weather and it's gone And time is so like weather when it's gone In flip flops we take off And she is golden Though I know I must go again soon And time is sewn like weather and it's gone In flip flops we take off And she is golden Though I know I must go again soon My God, you look heavenly My God, you look heavenly My God, you look heavenly My God, you look heavenly |