Spacegrass

Dodge Swinger 1973, Galaxy 500
All the way, stars green, gotta go

Dodge Swinger 1973, top down, chassis low
Panel dim, light drive, Jesus on the dashboard
T-minus whenever it feels right, Galaxy 500
Planets align, a king is born

Whenever it feels right
Whenever it feels right
Whenever it feels right

Dodge Swinger 1973, flaps down, chassis free
Buzz Aldrin, Armstrong, or maybe just me
Don't worry, it's coming
Don't worry, it's coming

Jesus on the dashboard, oh yeah

Whenever it feels right
Whenever it feels right
Whenever it feels right

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
I turn on the radio

Hey kid, are you going my way?
Hop in, we'll have ourselves a field day
We'll find us some spacegrass
Lay low, watch the universe expand

Skyway, permanent Saturday
By the way, Saturn is my rotary
Hop in, it'll be eternity
'Til we make it to M-83

Once around the Sun, cruising, climbing
Jupiter cyclops winks at me
Yeah, he knows who's driving
Hit neutral in the tail of a comet
Let the vortex pull my weight
Push the seat back a little lower
Watch light bend in the blower

Planets align, a king is born
Dodge Swinger

Jesus on the dashboard, oh yeah

Whenever it feels right
Whenever it feels right
Whenever it feels right

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I turn on the radio

Hey kid, are you going my way?
Hop in, we'll have ourselves a field day
We'll find us some spacegrass
Lay low, watch the universe expand

Skyway, permanent Saturday
By the way, Saturn is my rotary
Hop in, it'll be eternity
'Til we make it to M-83

Yeah, yeah