sunday under glass
the scenery rides
just like floats lost in a parade
where the palms and tumbleweeds sail
right passed the homes they stretch and they fade
rolling like movie credits
far beneathe the clear skies
how weary does the west carry
so many sites you might see the sites
slow brainers with no answers
must go somewhere far away
and the wild west is a slow pan
and the sunshine is fake
and the ocean is just painted
on a back drop downtown
and man it just draws blur
from the setlights and the heat
where the summers packed with charades
right where the sidewalks cracked and they meet
just like a sad sad actress right before her last scene
(tap tap tap tap)
how weary does the west carry
so many sites you might see the sites
slow brainers with no answers
must go somewhere far away
in the wild west
is a slope end and the sunshine is fake
and the ocean is just painted
on a back drop somewhere
downtown
on to matter vs space
