San Luis

Weightlessness, no gravity
 Were we somewhere in-between
 I'm a ghost of you, you're a ghost of me
 A bird's-eye view of San Luis
 I'm a ghost of you, you're a ghost of me
 A bird's-eye view of San Luis
 Oh, highway boys all sleeping in
 With their dirty mouths and broken strings
 Oh, their eyes are shining like the sea
 For you, the queen of San Luis
 I'm a ghost of you, you're a ghost of me
 A bird's-eye view of San Luis
 Cutting through the avenues
 I'd always find my way to you
 Beside the hook, the hammer lies
 Fumbling round in the smoke
 Spending time chasing ghosts
 Hold me down, hold me down, child
 Hold me down, hold me down, child
 California called you queen
 With your golden hair and magazine
 Were you somewhere in-between
 Fast asleep, a flying dream
 I'm a ghost of you, you're a ghost of me
 A bird's-eye view of San Luis