Slowly dying afternoon
All the families meet again
All the stores begin to close
Open as silhouettes in heads
Smells like burning rubber
Tastes like plastic leather sweat
Dont stare at me dog in the road
I cant tell you where to go
I cant drag you to your home
I cant make you luv me
Smells like cinnamon
Feels like a car commercial
Dont stare at me dog in the road
I cant tell you where to go
I cant drag you to your home
I cant make you luv me
The earth is young and full of tongues and my san clamente's outer space to me
The earth is young and full of tongues and my sutter creek is outer space to me
The earth is young and full of tongues and my santa cruz is outer space to me