Lyrics The Commander Thinks Aloud - Dashboard Confessional
Boys
and
girls
in
cars
Dogs
and
birds
on
lawns
From
here
I
can
touch
the
sun
Yay!
Yay!
Put
your
jackets
on
I
feel
we're
being
born
The
Tropic
of
Capricorn
is
below
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
We
stall
above
the
pole
Still
your
face
is
young
As
we
feel
our
weight
return
Yay!
Yay!
The
trail
of
shooting
stars
The
horse
is
called
a
storm
Because
the
air
contains
the
charge
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
The
radio
is
on
And
Houston
knows
the
score
Can
you
feel
it,
we're
almost
home
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
Yay!
The
crew
compartment's
breaking
up
The
crew
compartment's
breaking
up
The
crew
compartment's
breaking
up
The
crew
compartment's
breaking
up
(This
is
all
I
wanted
to
bring
home)
The
crew
compartment's
breaking
up
(This
is
all
I
wanted
to
bring
home)
The
crew
compartment's
breaking
up
(This
is
all
I
wanted
to
bring
home)
The
crew
compartment's
breaking
up
(This
is
all
I
wanted
to
bring
home
to
you)
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