Lyrics
Flippin' through the racks of the old thrift store
Gotta find something to wear when I walk out that door
I'm not considered most popular, but I've got friends
Don't mind the apartment or the bitter ends
I don't even mind the food stamps, 'cause I'll be fine
Focus on the lively, make the dull things shine
The world is mine, so crystalline
The old brick road, the things I know
This yellow Starlet is a part of it
Turning grey skies into gold
This yellow Starlet is a part of it
Turning grey skies into gold
Said my goodbyes with the windows down
It'll take eleven hours to get to my new town
Got a job in the land of the noonday sun,
Singin' songs about the mornin' and "Day is Done"
I don't care about tomorrow, I've got today
Don't mind not knowing how long I'll stay
The world is mine, so crystalline
The old brick road, the things I know
This yellow Starlet is a part of it
Turning grey skies into gold
This yellow Starlet is a part of it
Turning grey skies into gold
Gold, gold, gold, gold
Gold, gold, gold, gold
Gold, gold, gold, gold
Now looking back, I understand
When you've only got a little, it all seems grand
When I crossed the border into Carolina,
I spun a stronger thread from things I'd left behind
That old Toyota, she carried me
Proved a tin can band can be a symphony
The world is mine, so crystalline
The old brick road, the things I know
This yellow Starlet is a part of it
Turning grey skies into gold
This yellow Starlet is a part of it
Turning grey skies into gold
This yellow Starlet is a part of it
Turning grey skies into gold
Gold, gold, gold, gold
Shine, shine
Gold, gold, gold, gold
Shine, shine
Gold, gold, gold, gold
Shine, shine
Gold, gold, gold, gold