Commodore
Fresh tracks in the snow pass within a hundred feet of my tent
Took a bus just to get some inspiration
Road to success
I went from station to station to station
For seven hours just to get some rest
My head was so full of anger
But I could not find a voice to speak
I got myself so hungry
But I could not eat
Ooh
I want love and a commodore
And a photograph of you
I want love and a commodore
Wrapped in chrome blue
And here comes the night, I don't want it
There goes the air, I don't care
And I hear from the tide
That you changed your hair, hair, hair
Uh-oh-oh
Ooh
Moving in the same direction
We're all ghosts on the midline
In our little midnight reverie
I'll hold your hand if you hold mine
Some sweet cold anonymity
Now I'm swaying with the bar carriage
Nobody speak, or see, or touch me
What a beautiful marriage
I guess you lost your crutch
Ooh
I want love and a commodore
And a photograph of you
I want love and a commodore
Wrapped in chrome blue
And here comes the night, I don't want it
There goes the air, I don't care
And I hear from the tide
That you changed your hair, hair, hair
Uh-oh-oh
Ooh
I want love and a commodore
And a photograph of you
I want love and a commodore
Wrapped in chrome blue
And here comes the night, I don't want it
There goes the air, I don't care
And I hear from the tide
That you changed your hair, hair, hair
Uh-oh-oh
Finally, a giant animal
Took a bus just to get some inspiration
Road to success
I went from station to station to station
For seven hours just to get some rest
My head was so full of anger
But I could not find a voice to speak
I got myself so hungry
But I could not eat
Ooh
I want love and a commodore
And a photograph of you
I want love and a commodore
Wrapped in chrome blue
And here comes the night, I don't want it
There goes the air, I don't care
And I hear from the tide
That you changed your hair, hair, hair
Uh-oh-oh
Ooh
Moving in the same direction
We're all ghosts on the midline
In our little midnight reverie
I'll hold your hand if you hold mine
Some sweet cold anonymity
Now I'm swaying with the bar carriage
Nobody speak, or see, or touch me
What a beautiful marriage
I guess you lost your crutch
Ooh
I want love and a commodore
And a photograph of you
I want love and a commodore
Wrapped in chrome blue
And here comes the night, I don't want it
There goes the air, I don't care
And I hear from the tide
That you changed your hair, hair, hair
Uh-oh-oh
Ooh
I want love and a commodore
And a photograph of you
I want love and a commodore
Wrapped in chrome blue
And here comes the night, I don't want it
There goes the air, I don't care
And I hear from the tide
That you changed your hair, hair, hair
Uh-oh-oh
Finally, a giant animal
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Writer(s): Nicholas Allbrook
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