Find a way of life that sells itself
You will have new clothes
Drop a coin into the wishing well
Money comes and goes
You can't measure up
Next to a statue of
All you've ever loved
You'll feel small
There are giants here
In the rear view mirror
Stand tall
Spend your evenings in an altered state
Forget to change your clothes
Like a beatnik on the getaway
Somewhere life moves slow
But you can't outrun
The setting sun
Of everything you love
You can stall
There are vultures here
And they can smell your fear
Fight on
The highway's alive
With beautiful lights
The color in your cheeks
Like sirens and fire
See the mercury rise
Over median lines
I'm just trying to find me someplace
Cold
To sleep
Tonight