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These windshield wipers do pretty good in the rain
But they're lousy for the tears... Can't clear away the pain
A million red tail lights... We're all the driving dead
Look over at the pickup on my left, but she's staring straight ahead
I see a tan Sierra on my right and I think of what you said
Sand in my hair and in my britches
Salt in my skin... I'm gonna sit right here
Sit right here... Sit right here
Somehow I thought the atmosphere was better at the beach
But the gravity's all wrong... My balance is all gone
The gravity's all wrong; My shoes are out of reach
These windshield wipers are pretty good in the rain
But they're lousy for the tears... Can't clear away the pain
Can't clear away...