Faron Young

Antiques, every other sentiment, an antique As obsolete as warships in the Baltic I'm drivin' on a straight road it never alters And the radio serenades but doesn't falter You offer infrared instead of sun You offer paper spoons and bubble gum Late sky Like an all night radio station without morning Like stumbling on Pearl Harbor without warning You offer infrared instead of sun You offer bubble gum You give me faron young four in the morning You give me faron young four in the morning Every mother's son's romantic Every mother's son's frantic The sunset makes a fence out of the forest But here I am with head inside the bonnet I've lost just what it takes to be honest You offer infrared instead of sun You offer bubble gum You give me faron young four in the morning You give me faron young four in the morning Forgive me faron young four in the morning Forgive me faron young four in the morning