I smell the smoke, I feel the flames
So pull the truck into the garage
A holdout full of cash and
We're heading back to Port Valley
Dark hair true lover on the
A message from the heart of the world
Is ridin' the airwaves into space
When the house went down,
Smoke still on her clothes
I'm glad to stay right here
beneath the shady apple tree
And set our bombs in the backseat
will you bury me up on a hill?
Standing upright in a glass coffin
that slipped right through my hands
And we'll stay here in Port Valley
but things kept going wrong
She got drunk, she got sick,
Now who in the world is gonna help?
These songs ain't gonna sing themselves
A message from the heart of the world
He's riding the airwaves,
riding the airwaves into space