When I can't see you. You're always near. Back right pocket. I keep you there. Safely hidden. For all those times. When nothing else at all. Can get me by.
Under the waterline. No place to retire. To another time. The eyes of the world now turn. . And if we think about it. And if we talk about it. And if the skies go dark with rain.
Look up on the ledge, there's a bomber diving on the golden street. Down below the crowd is falling, bullets under feet. . Don't tell me, don't tell me, hey don't tell me.
Say yes to a real life ambition, say yes to our hopes and our plans. Forget about your indecision, let's get the beast off our land. A tree that can grow no longer, a beach that has got no sand.
There's a shit storm a'coming. I feel it coming soon. There's a time and a place. And a moment in space. When the fat boys call the tune. There's a bubble a bouncing.
People, wasting away in paradise. Going backward, once in a while. Moving ahead, falling behind. What do you believe, what do you believe. What do you believe is true.
Here comes the mechanical sun. Working on the bones in the dry old creek bed. Mist on the old river bend yellow box hangs like it's dead. The emerald silo is rusting from the inside..
When I cant see you. Your always near. Back right pocket. I keep you there. Safely hidden. For all those times. When nothing else at all. Can get me by.