Dreams of Amarillo come to me
Like a phone call from a former friend
Who thinks I'll still meet her on weekends
She shows me a beautiful skyline
But I know it's only a rip-off
Tailor-made for my condescension

Pretty flags over a pool of weeds
Pretty flags over a pool of weeds
Pretty flags over a pool of weeds
Pretty flags over a pool of weeds

She tries to lure me with petty things
That I held vital while lying low
Other ones' ransoms and list rankings
She is always too far to walk for
Yet too small for the data storage
And she's only bright in a downpour

Pederast putting up his art signs
Pederast putting up his art signs
Pederast putting up his art signs
Pederast putting up his art signs

© 2000 Bruce V. Bracken