The Good Graces - Summer of '93 Lyrics
I want to move out to the west coastSo far away from all of our ghostsI want to make love in the desertAnd feel our bodies move in concertCause I've been wasting so much of my lifeThis plane is boarding, here's your warning signThey say the grass is never greenerIf nothing else at least it's cleanerWe'll start a band just like that summerYou'll play the bass, I'll be the drummerCause I've been wasting so much of our lifeThis baby's bored and here's your warning signSo let's stop talking, let's start making plansThey'll paint a sign to greet us when we landWe won't have jobs but that won't matterWe'll find a way if we're togetherI'll wear my boots, we'll go out drinkingMake bad decisions without thinkingCause I've been wasting so much of my lifeThis plane is boarding, here's your warning signIt's timeHey na na na na na na na na!