I knew I'd end up alone,
driving thru the night,
going somewhere lost,
afraid to be found.
Like a dime store neon novel
overpriced cheap food is my fate.
There is a buzz
which is cold, then hot:
too much love too far lost;
too much hope too far away.
The morning is a shimmering mirage.
It rises from the asphalt
like every other ghost town that I've ever known.
Some days I feel like a motherless...
R A G E !
The sky was talking to me.
Afraid to look up I frame the future in cinemascope.
And they don't make these colors anymore...
(Yeah, they'll forget everything given half a chance.)
There is a man who says there is no time
but he's wrong.
It's a case of cause & effect--
the future unfolds to be a consequence of right now.
I keep my eye in the frame--
I frame the future in cinemascope.
(It's a case of cause & effect.)
I keep my eye in the lane--
I keep my eye.
The map is a road.
And the road is only a means to an end.
But the end is somewhere...
out there
The end is always...
out there.
("Seeyaround, suckah!")
I knew I'd end up alone,
driving thru the night,
going somewhere lost,
afraid to be found.
Like a dime store neon novel
overpriced cheap food is my fate...
A buzz
which is cold then hot--
too much love too which is too much not.
And the end is always out there...
somewhere out there,
suckah!
