The Good Graces Summer of '93 lyrics

I want to move out to the west coast
So far away from all of our ghosts
I want to make love in the desert
And feel our bodies move in concert

Cause I've been wasting so much of my life
This plane is boarding, here's your warning sign

They say the grass is never greener
If nothing else at least it's cleaner
We'll start a band just like that summer
You'll play the bass, I'll be the drummer

Cause I've been wasting so much of our life
This baby's bored and here's your warning sign
So let's stop talking, let's start making plans

They'll paint a sign to greet us when we land

We won't have jobs but that won't matter
We'll find a way if we're together
I'll wear my boots, we'll go out drinking
Make bad decisions without thinking

Cause I've been wasting so much of my life
This plane is boarding, here's your warning sign
It's time

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