Staring at the sun 
With no pants on 
How round and rosy 
She thinks she knows me 
Fighting off a cold 
Murdering a campfire song 
 
Spitting in the wind 
From out a fast train 
Or on a causeway 
Trying to catch a bus 
Swear I gotta move 
Suffering the radio crime 
 
Whistle in the sweet pine trees 
The imaginary airport breeze 
It flickers and flows 
Fans fires in the road 
And all we wanna do is go home 
Someone's gonna break your heart  
One cold gray morning

She sings 

Oh whoa oh 
 
Should we take this town  
Do we want to 
Tear the whole thing down 
Paint [bad word] all tangerine 
Shimmer in the gas main fires 
 
We don't promise and we tell no lies 
Learn to paddle when the waters rise 
 [bad word] 
Like a robin at your window 
 
So whistle in the sweet pine trees 
The imaginary airport breeze 
It flickers and flows 
Fans fires in the road 
And all we wanna do is go home 
Someone's gonna break your heart  
One cold gray morning

The kids sing 

Oh whoa oh

 
And the traffic goes round and round 
Swallowing the road and spitting out clouds 
And the spirit she hides 
On a damp path of moss and stone 
From a fear we are born with and never outgrow 
And what else you can keep 
Your American cash and smile

And the suits sing 
Oh whoa oh