panic attack

You put the records on
You push the buttons
You take your memory back
Down that tired highway ten

Just close your eyes
Swallow the tears
Maybe you'll wake up driving
Through that tunnel again

And you'll hold your breath
Like you always do

And you'll open your eyes
To the blinding Blue

Of the Santa Monica sea
And the beggar at the light

Where you passed on the groove
From your car turning right

Don't think of it tonight
Don't think of it tonight

Everything will be alright

Dream a sweet vision of a flower in its vase
Beautiful, helpless in its place
Cut from its source

It would have died in water or land
Time is short, give me your hand
Rebirth comes to everyone

Everything will be alright