About This Track
A fast-paced chorus-drenched jangle pop anthem about escaping the suburbs and driving down the coast in a packed car.
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The peeling paint upon the rusted hood / Cardboard boxes stacked up in the back / We roll the windows down to feel the heat / Cassette deck chewing on a broken track / Packing tape is holding up the door / Leaving town at quarter after four / (Quarter after four!) / August heat is rushing through the glass! / Foot is pressing heavy on the gas! / We are chasing down the western coast! / Leaving all the suburbs to the ghosts! / (To the ghosts!) / Fuzzy dice are swinging from the roof / Radio is blasting static noise / Watching all the local diners pass / Trading out the ocean for the pines / Packing tape is holding up the door / Leaving town at quarter after four / (Quarter after four!) / August heat is rushing through the glass! / Foot is pressing heavy on the gas! / We are chasing down the western coast! / Leaving all the suburbs to the ghosts! / (To the ghosts!) / The engine rattles in a heavy gear / Nothing left to pack, nothing to fear / Keep the pedal down and steer the wheel / Listen to the rushing wind and steel / August heat is rushing through the glass! / Foot is pressing heavy on the gas! / We are chasing down the western coast! / Leaving all the suburbs to the ghosts! / (To the ghosts!) / Keep the pedal down / Leaving town
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