Lyrics

Along the yellow boulevard Sunlight shining down on that old scrapyard Faint blue sky above is a get well card In this green automobile All my troubles, well they're fading fast In the shadows that the mountain cast How happy I am at last In this green automobile Over the valley between The river is aquamarine St. Christopher, you're a plastic figurine On the outskirts of some mountain town The ghosts weigh no more than an evening gown The curtains fall and the dark comes down On this green automobile Now I'm hovering above the trees In a wonderland of galaxies The world itsеlf could cease to be In this green automobilе Green automobile In this green, green, green automobile