Station Wagon

I need a new solution I need a new resolution and it's not even the end of the year (Hit or miss, hit or miss) It goes swell with a cup of coffee Extra sugar and extra cream, I'm living the dream (Hit or miss, hit or miss) I'm sweet enough but there's no harm in getting sweeter Just ask Rita (Hit or miss, hit or miss, hit or miss) The hits are heavy but the misses are frequent James Dean, juvenile delinquent There's no time to erode There's a new station wagon and it's hitting the road I feel light as a feather Just like that cloud up high, I drift through all types of weather These hands keep on breaking Stretch through the mist I could never resist temptation Look Look up there There's something in that cloud We've all seen it before A constant vapour of light Lift up my trousers and kiss my earlobes Feel the rain tremble through the sky Won't, won't somebody please bring me that cloud? And all is but a distant memory when I look up at it Voices shatter in disbelief that Anything could ever look so beautiful And like Atlas, I shall carry the weight of the sky on my shoulders And if you listen closely Then you'll hear the bones crack and the muscles stretch Voices, voices, voices Happiness is only a habit And if that's true Then I'm habitually dependent on something that I cannot control Something I cannot touch, taste or tamper with But nobody said this was gonna be easy And with you as my witness I'm gonna try and achieve the unachievable Because one day that vapour will be in my pocket Comforted by lint and an external warmth And I wonder Will it drift? Will it change colour, shape and size? We're gonna be the only people who know about it And that's the only kind of thing worth knowing about Won't somebody please bring me that cloud? Move that cloud Join us on Planet Cluj