A Song for Patsy Cline - The Wonder Years

My airbag light’s been on for weeks

And I keep having dreams

Where I go through the windshield but I don’t fix it

Patsy Cline came and sang to me

She told everybody

How she knew she would die soon before she did

I hear her cry on «Faded Love»

The air in August here’s heavy with salt and smoke and stings my lungs

My airbag light’s been on for weeks

And I can feel it mock me

It’s bittersweet like laughter through crooked teeth

I want to move so far from everything

That they could hear my heart beat

And then break as I lay dying in the street

They’ll think the ice cracked at the lake

They’ll think a tire blew out and a car crashed on the interstate

It’s hard to watch you walk away

These aren’t the vultures that were circling just yesterday

It’s hard to watch you walk away

(It's hard to watch you walk away)

Picking at bones, at what’s left of your misery

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh

So when my vocal chords rip

So when my knees give in

So when I bury all of this

Who’s gonna give a shit

If I’m breathing?

It’s hard to watch you walk away

These aren’t vultures that were circling just yesterday

It’s hard to watch you walk away

(It's hard to watch you walk away)

Picking at bones, at what’s left of your misery

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh

My airbag light’s been on for weeks

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh

My airbag light’s been on for weeks