Joyce’s Hut (Tropical Mix)

Lyrics

Drifting sideways is what I like on a Monday Sinking quiet and thinking violet, what'd you say? Drivin' through on a fulsome moon in the night time I can see what the city has done to the pipeline Hopeless sliding, I want no fighting in my car Seems so weird but the farmer sheared over too far The birds are out but I see no doubt of a cure For all the things that go waiting within far are fewer