Idlewild

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Theyre in the front seat,
hes got the radio low
And the moon hangs over idlewild
as the planes touch down
He is talking but shes not listening
She is thinking of her father,
who died when she was young
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Im in the back seat,
they think Im sleeping
But I am listening for the cracks
between their voices in the dark
We are a family, we are a shipwreck
And were picking up my grandma
who is getting very old
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And they think shes dying
But I think shes laughing
I think shes riding Halleys
Comet from fort Lauderdale to here
But when I see her
Ill keep her secret
We all have our secrets
that we keep inside ourselves
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They built this airport but in a few years
Theyll name it after Kennedy, the one who died today
And he will leave her, and she will suffer
And they will never really know each other at all
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They think were driving
But I know were drifting
They think were off on some adventure
where the hero saves the day
We think were special
We think were golden
We think were walking on the moon
but we are dancing in the dark
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We shoot our rockets ,
we shoot our presidents
We shoot the commies
and the niggers and the Vietcong
Everything changes,
everything stays the same
And the moon hangs over idlewild
as the planes touch down…
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