Richmond Fontaine - Contrails lyrics

Maybe you're dressed in your Blue Oyster Cult T-shirt Or maybe you're crumbling somewhere with a beer in your hand Or maybe you're laying back on a lawn chair somewhere watching Contrails disappear from the sky Whiskey, paink**ers, and speed Will carry me there Because it could be That I could lose my mind And have it caught somehow suspended in a constant thought of you Maybe you're living in a row house Surrounded and aligned next to a hundred others With streets that run in parallel line Two stories of brick covered in white trim Surrounded by ivy and gra** Or maybe you're living in an apartment somewhere And like myself, slowly losing your f**ing mind Whiskey, paink**ers, and speed Will carry me there Because it could be that I could lose my sight But have it caught somehow suspended in a constant vision of you