I sit on a concrete slab
Old paint peeling off my back
The projector is a ghost
And the popcorn stand is black
I'm rocking on a velvet breeze
Floating through the autumn trees
Sailing past the broken screen
In a movie never seen
Rust is eating at my feet
Wind is humming something sweet
I drift past the empty rows
Where the wild clover grows
I'm rocking on a velvet breeze
Floating through the autumn trees
Sailing past the broken screen
In a movie never seen
I remember every face
Who once filled this hollow space
Now I glide through salted air
With no one left to care
I'm rocking on a velvet breeze
Floating through the autumn trees
Sailing past the broken screen
In a movie never seen
Chrome bumpers shine in the grass
Watching all the seasons pass
I'm a chair without a home
In a parking lot I roam
I'm rocking on a velvet breeze
Floating through the autumn trees
Sailing past the broken screen
In a movie never seen
Just drifting on the breeze.
Silver screen drift.
Sailing home.
