Ghostmobile

In the dirt drive of a tiny teal house
Chain linked in and all but parted out
Bricks hold down a blue sun-faded tarp
To hide the bones of a Buick Skylark
And like a haunting far away sound
I remember us driving around

Oh!
Bittersweet Alicia
My runaway angel-devil
Come like a thief tonight
In your gossamer
Ghostmobile

Seeing that car really messed with me
And flooded me with old memories
Then the clean sky of mid-summer blue
Smeared nasty to a yellow-green bruise
And the hair on my arms stood up on end
As my name wrote itself in the dusty window

Oh!
Bittersweet Alicia
My runaway angel-devil
Come like a thief tonight
In your gossamer
Ghostmobile

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