[Lyric] Miami Sound Machine (Kevin Dickerson)

We went somewhere for brunch
It took over four hours
I don't know why eating breakfast takes half a day
And costs over a hundred dollars

Sometimes on weekends my dad made breakfast on Saturdays
Potatoes and toast and ketchup and bacon from the microwave

And me and my dad watching X-Men cartoons when he wasn’t busy
My mom in her denim shirt in her garden picking berries with me
Watching the sun shine through the window, our soundtrack was Yanni
I washed the paint from her brush and from her wedding ring

When I was three my grandfather visited and he and my dad built a playhouse
And came back from a hunt and in it strung up a bloody moose carcass

When I was feeling bold I would take my dad's guitar out of its case
An early 80's Custom Les Paul with gold humbucker pickups and a turquoise strap that my mom made
And play as loud as I could through his smoky amplifier
The colors faded from sweat and playing bars and clubs over the years
When I was seven we went to Florida and I couldn't handle the heat
I came to with my mom pushing a Mickey Mouse popsicle on my forehead at the Miami Sound Machine