Big Beast

Out the window of my big beast Out the window with the flies and the breeze Out the window with my old guitar Out the window and we're driving far, far You get angry and you're so torn up I get lonely and I get fucked up I don't know if I'll ever change I'll just relax and take a break and look at the sun It burns my eyes Out on the concrete You got something in your eye But I know you're crying 'Cause your grief is in July A space in the ether justify the weather Storm clouds in my mind They're hiding in my mind's eye Storm clouds in my mind Thunder inside The longing in my mind's eye