January came to me in a dream Her lungs were better And her cough was nice and clean Oh, sang me “Dazzling Blue” I found your letter And split in two
Oh, January Oh, January
Oh, in photographs of Los Angeles You break my heart Into little pink shards of moon rock And blow me all over studio city And a desert town I know where No one knows your name
Let your hair tumble down your shoulders I am a cool breeze Hop on my motor cycle I am westward movement I am some rain when the valley’s too hot Lost in the wind Lend me a little lie So my mind is full of fine all the time I let my hair tumble down my shoulder blades
January, lasso moon and love Or, baby driver, come lop my head off Free your mind, summon its black magic I am El Escondido Feel up my leather jacket I am reformed wave I’m Mission Bay when it’s sherbet and grey Fly me away London to Vietnam And my line is “feeling fine all the time” I let my hair tumble down my shoulder blades
January came to me in a dream Her lungs were better And her cough was nice and clean Oh, sang me “Dazzling Blue” I read your letter…