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
Boêmios da Airstream
Ela tinha um rosto reconstruído
E ele não tinha lábios pra falar
Não havia nada fora do lugar
E nenhuma receita pra um amor doce
De um Dodge de Indiana
Pra uma Airstream na estrada
No prateado eles se acomodavam
E quanto ao amor, eles pegavam de jeito
Ele era do tipo que procurava trabalho
Embora não fosse o tipo que encontrava
Ela era uma temporária no escritório
Ele não precisava ser lembrado...
Mas ele se importava
Ele era um escritor em seus sonhos
Mandava seus pensamentos pra revistas
Recebia tudo de volta sem pagamento
O que os boêmios esperam?
Ele começou a andar com aqueles
Coletivamente incompreendidos
O único pensamento era como posar
E como seu fracasso, ele era algo bom...
Ela o hospedou e cuidou por anos
Ela se apoiava em seus medos
Ela era uma joia no seu sapato
Seu pescoço era vermelho o suficiente pra dois
Ela tinha sonhos só dela
Dizia a ele que logo contaria pelo telefone
Ela nunca voltaria pra casa
Nunca se entediava, isso ele podia dar
Ele chegava em casa bêbado da cabeça
Exceto que ela não estava lá pra guiar
Ele precisava dela pra encontrar a cama
Ela deixou a Airstream funcionando clara
Ela tinha uma vida reconstruída
Sem arrependimentos pra falar
Parece que ela não era do tipo dócil
Sem uma receita pra um amor doce
Ela tinha um destino reconstruído