Station Wagon

I need a new solution
 I need a new resolution and it's not even the end of the year
 (Hit or miss, hit or miss)
 It goes swell with a cup of coffee
 Extra sugar and extra cream, I'm living the dream
 (Hit or miss, hit or miss)
 I'm sweet enough but there's no harm in getting sweeter
 Just ask Rita
 (Hit or miss, hit or miss, hit or miss)
 The hits are heavy but the misses are frequent
 James Dean, juvenile delinquent
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 There's no time to erode
 There's a new station wagon and it's hitting the road
 I feel light as a feather
 Just like that cloud up high, I drift through all types of weather
 These hands keep on breaking
 Stretch through the mist
 I could never resist temptation
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 Look
 Look up there
 There's something in that cloud
 We've all seen it before
 A constant vapour of light
 Lift up my trousers and kiss my earlobes
 Feel the rain tremble through the sky
 Won't, won't somebody please bring me that cloud?
 And all is but a distant memory when I look up at it
 Voices shatter in disbelief that
 Anything could ever look so beautiful
 And like Atlas, I shall carry the weight of the sky on my shoulders
 And if you listen closely
 Then you'll hear the bones crack and the muscles stretch
 Voices, voices, voices
 Happiness is only a habit
 And if that's true
 Then I'm habitually dependent on something that I cannot control
 Something I cannot touch, taste or tamper with
 But nobody said this was gonna be easy
 And with you as my witness
 I'm gonna try and achieve the unachievable
 Because one day that vapour will be in my pocket
 Comforted by lint and an external warmth
 And I wonder
 Will it drift?
 Will it change colour, shape and size?
 We're gonna be the only people who know about it
 And that's the only kind of thing worth knowing about
 Won't somebody please bring me that cloud?
 Move that cloud
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