(It fades away)
'Til we're helpless
And take it to the motorway
Parked under the sunshine
We head home past the shoreline
For like curtains close this sunset matinee
I'm pulling through the last stoplight
We see the road from the bedside
Until we spill onto Russian Hill
Shift the gears for years and age a single day
Cross a bridge of gold to landscapes of juniper
For pistons and gasoline
Past cathedrals filled with God's favorite guests
Dirty hands feel clean when dressed in their Sunday best
Watch the clouds turn into faces, it's fun to play
We feel the warmth of the engine, so we climb inside
Shift the gears for years and age a single day
(We're hopeless)
Until we spill onto Russian Hill
Treeline village, oh, so heavenly
Watch the clouds turn into faces, it's fun to play
We trade the comics, cartoons and magazines
Watch the clouds turn into faces, it's fun to play
We shift the gears for years and age a single day
And through the rear view mirror it all melts away
Only Eden is for millionaires
