Bobb's Psychedelic Car

When your harvest of dreams has grown a crop of only weeds
Starved and shriveled up and dead
When all the people pushing carts amid the parking lots
Are just voices in your head

Hitch a ride in Bobb's Psychedelic Car
Hitch a ride in Bobb's Psychedelic Car
Hitch a ride in Bobb's Psychedelic Car

The empty stores that line the butchered streets so sad so gray
Watch you skidding in the rain
The winking signs along the interstate announce the news
Every place is now the same

Hitch a ride in Bobb's Psychedelic Car
Hitch a ride in Bobb's Psychedelic Car
Hitch a ride in Bobb's Psychedelic Car

Behind the wheel just push that junk right off the vinyl seat
Give my rusty door a shove
My breaks are shot, squeeze right on in, there's half a tank of gas
Hear the tires squeal the love

Hitch a ride in Bobb's Psychedelic Car
Hitch a ride in Bobb's Psychedelic Car
Hitch a ride in Bobb's Psychedelic Car