Kurt Vile Space Forklift song lyrics

I see an orange shimmer on the horizon swallowing some airplane pulling an airflag

So gravity brought back my banana, but that orange is still millions of miles above me

I see the foreign girls colonizing college benches babe

I see their Russian burly boyfriends shining comprehensibly

I see my own lonely reflection within the very girl I love

I see a zigzag embroidered above my family

So as a human tractor trailer I push forward into the bright but wild unknown

With gasoline up to my eyelids

But is it real? Is it real? Is it real?

Little Mitchell round my head singing and saying grace

and diesel fumes up in my personal space

Forklift mirage a foot in front of my mind

Its always me behind the controls

You can't pull the stops on a one-eyed cop

My drop, a drip, a Freudian slip

When your mind speed peels out at a hundred and three

But view, cus even one I can see

Because you can't, you won't, you don't do nothing

You don't stay young, true

Because you can't, you won't, you don't do nothing

You don't stay young, true

Babe I see it all the time now in VCR's and passing cars, from VCO's through XLR's

But is it real? Is it real? Is it real?