Moonlit Days

I don’t like you anymore

Frozen flowers at my door

Distant voices in my head

All the things that were not said

All we had once now is dead

I’ll just hit the gas and roll

Hope the angels save my soul

I don’t care how long you cry

It was time to end the lie

It was time to say goodbye

And my mind gets dark and out of tune

In the soft hot night at the end of June

And the car rolls south with the windows wide

And foreign voices on my radio

On my radio

I’ll just sing and drink and die

I’m a child with apple-pie

At the corners of my mouth

While the car is rolling south

While the car is rolling south

And my mind gets dark and out of tune

In the soft hot night at the end of June

And the car rolls south with the windows wide

And foreign voices on my radio

On my radio