The three month ride sticks in your mind
As though the insides of your head were a big screen
And coming in on the evening wind
It's the unmistakable scent of Brilliantine
What kind of memory serves, what kind of world is it that
Comes headlong at you and then swerves at the last possible second
It's this one
Yeah, it's this one
And it's easy to slow down
And it's easy to slow down
And it's easy just to lie out by the blue pools
In the squinting sun and slow down
And it's easy to slow down
And in situations like these
It's sometimes useful to think of life as one long continuous evening
That never turns into night
Hey hey