Sausalito - Conor Oberst

Hair blowing in the hot wind

Time hanging from a clothespin

There’s no sorrow that the sun’s not gonna heal

I smell the leather of your new car

Drive through the desert after nightfall

Sleep on the shoulder, keep the stars all to ourselves

The kind of love that makes my back hurt

Wearin' nothing but a T-shirt

She’s turning over on a mattress made of air

I close my eyes and see a staircase

Leading upwards into blank space

All of creation makes a sound too soft to hear

So I remain between her legs

Sheltered from all my fears

While bikers glide by highway shrines

Where pilgrims disappear

I know that trouble’s been your good friend

Kept you company on the weekends

Kept you company even once your mind was made

You said, it’s over and it’s finished

Now a headache’s all you’re left with

We’re no different, I’ve got debts I’d like to pay

We should move to Sausalito

Living’s easy on a house boat

Let the ocean rock us back and forth to sleep

And in the morning when the sunrise

Look in the water, see the blue sky

As if heaven has been laid there at our feet

So we remain between these waves

Sheltered for all our years

While bikers glide by highway shrines

Where pilgrims disappear

Where time takes icebergs

Where fields burn westward

Where pilgrims disappear