Galaxie
Is this the place that I want to be?
Is it you I wanna see?
Holding on, hold it high
Show me everything
And you're leaving me
Yeah, you're leaving me
You're leaving me with a hated identity
But I keep on a-comin' here
I'm standing in this state
And I'm never really sure
If you'll take what I'm saying the right way
But I'm not appalled or afraid, verbal pocket play
Is as discreet as I can muster up to be
Because the Cadillac that's sittin' in the back, it isn't me
Oh, no, no, no, it isn't me
I'm more at home in my Galaxie
Oh, yeah
Can I do the things I wanna do
That I don't do because of you?
And I'll take a left, and I'll second guess
Into a total mess
And you're leaving me
Yeah, you're leaving me
You're leaving me with a hated identity
But I keep on a-comin' here
I'm standing in this state
And I'm always reassured
The situation's getting carried away
But I'm not appalled or afraid, verbal pocket play
Is as discreet as I can muster up to be
Because the Cadillac that's sittin' in the back, it isn't me
Oh, no, no, no, it isn't me
Oh, no, no, no, it isn't me
No, it isn't me, no it isn't me, no it isn't me
Oh no, it isn't me, no, it isn't me in my Galaxie
Listen, man, I got the window open
Hear the cats?
Listen
Is it you I wanna see?
Holding on, hold it high
Show me everything
And you're leaving me
Yeah, you're leaving me
You're leaving me with a hated identity
But I keep on a-comin' here
I'm standing in this state
And I'm never really sure
If you'll take what I'm saying the right way
But I'm not appalled or afraid, verbal pocket play
Is as discreet as I can muster up to be
Because the Cadillac that's sittin' in the back, it isn't me
Oh, no, no, no, it isn't me
I'm more at home in my Galaxie
Oh, yeah
Can I do the things I wanna do
That I don't do because of you?
And I'll take a left, and I'll second guess
Into a total mess
And you're leaving me
Yeah, you're leaving me
You're leaving me with a hated identity
But I keep on a-comin' here
I'm standing in this state
And I'm always reassured
The situation's getting carried away
But I'm not appalled or afraid, verbal pocket play
Is as discreet as I can muster up to be
Because the Cadillac that's sittin' in the back, it isn't me
Oh, no, no, no, it isn't me
Oh, no, no, no, it isn't me
No, it isn't me, no it isn't me, no it isn't me
Oh no, it isn't me, no, it isn't me in my Galaxie
Listen, man, I got the window open
Hear the cats?
Listen
Credits
Writer(s): Brad Smith, Glen Graham, Shannon Hoon, Thomas Stevens, Christopher Thorn
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