She had a Nova that was tinted green
He took a Greyhound that was a bus
From the city of New Orleans
The only light that shined in their eyes
Was that of a simple screen
In a one Bal Harbour bedroom apartment
With a vision and a dream
Feeling like they sunk already
Feeling like they're done
Knowing what's been done already
Has been done by everyone
Deep in Nevada they played it straight
They stayed in Reno inside a casino
With a two, four rate
The only light that shined in their eyes
Was burning like the sun
It is this sundowner hellroom confinement
Where they remained as one
Feeling like they sunk already
Feeling like you're done
Knowing what's been done already
Has been done by everyone
Back in Miami
Back in Miami, back into the sand
He took to running that was illegal
She ran a peanut stand
The only night he closed his eyes was his final one
In a one Bal Harbour bedroom apartment
Where his dream begun
Feeling like they sunk already
Feeling like they're done
Knowing what's been done already
Has been done by everyone
Now they're living in Miami
Trying to get down to the Keys
Is it lost, is it such a cost
When you try to aim to please?
Down for the dirt nap
They took it down for the dirt nap
They took it down for the dirt nap
They took it down for the dirt nap
They took it down for the dirt nap
They took it down for the dirt nap
They took it down for the dirt nap
They took it down for the dirt nap
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- Miscellaneous
- Blood On The Slacks
- Another Fine Day
- Stay Golden, Smog: The Best Of Golden Smog - The Ryko Years
- Down By the Old Mainstream
- Stay Golden, Smog: The Best of Golden Smog - The Rykodisc...
- Keys
- On Golden Smog [EP]
- Rising Tide
- Weird Tales
- Rough Trade Shops: Country 1
- Q the Music 9
- Uncut: The Playlist August 2006
- The Essential Guide to American Roots
- Further Beyond Nashville
- The Best of alt.country: Exposed Roots
- Soft Rock Classics
- Sound of College Rock
- Psychedelic Sounds
- Rock