My Version of It - Lesson #59 Lyrics

In a solution of
Sugar and water
The grapefruit your grandmother served still
Tasted bitter to me
When they fell down
30,000 feet down
At the time the fall looked fairly enticing to me

That's not really my idea of a vacation
There's a hungry mouth for every peach
But the sugar bowl is just out of reach
But it's closer now

When I woke up
In your parent's brass bed
They weren't supposed to be home until Sunday then
Take a Spirograph
To the Alkali Flats
I'll tie tin cans to my car until you get back

That's not really my idea of a vacation
There's a hungry mouth for every peach
But the sugar bowl is just out of reach
But it's closer now

While you're out of reach
I'm here on Paraffin beach
You bought a Jeep, oh good grief, in your sleep you speak like Robin Leech
But nothing lasts
And you run out gas
Before you crashed, you laughed, "we're going nowhere fast"

That's not really my idea of a vacation
There's a hungry mouth for every peach
But the sugar bowl is just out of reach
But it's closer now