Текст Clutch – Spacegrass

Dodge swinger 1973, galaxy 500,
All the way stars’ green, gotta go.
Dodge swinger 1973, top down, chassis low,
Panel dim, light drive, Jesus on the dashboard.

Whenever it feels right
Whenever it feels right
Whenever it feels right

Dodge swinger 1973, flaps down, chassis free,
Buzz Aldrin, Armstrong, or maybe just me.
Don’t worry, it’s coming.
Don’t worry, it’s coming.
Jesus on the dashboard.

Whenever it feels right
Whenever it feels right
Whenever it feels right

I turn on the radio

Hey kid, are you going my way?
Hop in, we’ll have ourselves a field day.
We’ll find us some spacegrass,
Lay low, watch the universe expand.
Skyway, permanent Saturday.
By the way, Saturn is my rotary.
Hop in, it’ll be eternity
Till we make it to M83.

Once around the sun, cruising, climbing.
Jupiter cyclops winks at me, yeah, he knows who’s driving.
Hit neutral in the tail of a comet.
Let the vortex pull my weight.

Jesus on the dashboard

Whenever it feels right
Whenever it feels right
Whenever it feels right

I turn on the radio

Hey kid, are you going my way?
Hop in, we’ll have ourselves a field day.
We’ll find us some spacegrass,
Lay low, watch the universe expand.
Skyway, permanent Saturday.
By the way, Saturn is my rotary.
Hop in, it’ll be eternity
Till we make it to M83.