Lyrics Animal Collective

Animal Collective

Moonjock

In our covered wagon times when dad he had his captain eyes

We'd get the steel horse moving on the straights and lines of 95

And mom she was our singer and we kept alive on greasy fries

I held onto my stash of jams that ran along in Michelin time

In the back of our old car never going too far

In the back of our old car I think we've gone too far

And there's no way to remind me of pacific plates or what the text was

No better way to remind me of sun heated seats then "love me do" was

Carolina mark the mile "south of the border" bumper signs

And styles I don't recognize

A weeping willow motel sign

By Georgia I am hypnotized more batteries for my power ma'am

I'm tuning into radio let it change me till we drive again

In the back of our old car never going to far

In the back of our old car I think we've gone too far

And there's no way to remind me of the scented heads In a blue camino

No better way to remind me of a neato rack then a lead off track was

And in the nighttime you'll sleep

Lean on it lean on it

Don't you wake them lean on it

And then we ran out again and then we ran out again

We ran it out, ran it out