Airstream Bohemians
She had a reconstructed face
And he had no lips to speak of
There was no feature out of place
And no recipe for sweet love
From an Indiana Dodge
To an Airstream by the parkway
In the silver they would lodge
And as for love they hit it sharply
He was the type to look for work
Although not the kind to find it
She was an office temp and clerk
He didn't have to be reminded...
But he minded
He was a writer in his dreams
He sent his thoughts to magazines
He'd get them back without a check
What do bohemians expect?
He started hanging out with those
Collectively misunderstood
Their only thought was how to pose
And as their failure he was something good...
She roomed and boarded him for years
She was supported in her fears
She was a ruby in his shoe
His neck was red enough for two
She had dreams all of her own
She'd tell him that soon on the phone
She wasn't ever coming back
She was never bored she would give him that
He came home drunk out of his head
Except she wasn't there to steer
He needed her to find the bed
She left the Airstream running clear
She had a reconstructed life
With no regrets to speak of
Seems she was not the docile type
Without a recipe for sweet love
She had a reconstructed fate
Bohemios de Airstream
Tenía un rostro reconstruido
Y él no tenía labios para hablar
No había rasgo fuera de lugar
Y ninguna receta para el dulce amor
Desde un Dodge de Indiana
Hasta una Airstream junto a la autopista
En la plata se alojarían
Y en cuanto al amor, lo golpearon fuertemente
Él era el tipo que buscaba trabajo
Aunque no era el tipo que lo encontraba
Ella era una empleada temporal de oficina
Él no tenía que ser recordado...
Pero le importaba
Él era un escritor en sus sueños
Enviaba sus pensamientos a revistas
Los recibía de vuelta sin un cheque
¿Qué esperan los bohemios?
Empezó a juntarse con aquellos
Colectivamente incomprendidos
Su único pensamiento era cómo posar
Y en su fracaso él era algo bueno...
Ella lo alojó y mantuvo durante años
Ella fue apoyada en sus miedos
Ella era una molestia para él
Su cuello estaba lo suficientemente rojo para dos
Ella tenía sueños propios
Le decía eso pronto por teléfono
Nunca iba a volver
Nunca se aburría, eso le daría
Él llegó a casa borracho de la cabeza
Excepto que ella no estaba allí para guiarlo
Él la necesitaba para encontrar la cama
Ella dejó la Airstream funcionando claramente
Tenía una vida reconstruida
Sin arrepentimientos que mencionar
Parece que no era del tipo dócil
Sin una receta para el dulce amor
Tenía un destino reconstruido