Fare to Midland is all that I need If I had fair to Midland, I'd take the first seat On a fast train, bus, or plane Which ever proved the quickest way
Take a little dive into the shallow or spy what do you see? I see the tortoise and the hare in a rat-race and it fits like a glove under my sleeve, just
The sideways man walks on his hands can't keep from dragging his feet and when he tries I try They twist his arms to get a headstart Tycoons love hitting
You could've been raised in africa We lacked in our vigor Been an "x" on the calendar Losing our cool in antarctica So i put my coat on ya The breeze
If there's a nurse that takes your ears in rations, sets a plate to feed the stifled steel. If there's a nurse that feeds your germ soaked dinners on
Let me introduce you to a pair that strikes crude oil, but I see pyrite. It is the same old pattern - the goose that feeds the gander. They choose to
Here is the deal, you must find guesses in this room. Cut around the block, shake in the boots we stocked, I'll turn your onset to off. 'Cause with patience
We're gone but not better. A lighted match can burn the cabin down he built. It's not long but it matters. Your suit and tie are much too tight in Farmersville
Lucky are the leaves of the clover. She's diggin for chemistry with the butcher's tools. Shifty are the eyes of the gambler. The sand is a richochet.
What dreams splendidly weaved from an atom bomb retrieved from a teleprompt. Practical, you are not, 'cause you break the ice with a cotton swab. A fever
Mountains of molehills, a grapevine in my ear. Spots on the tiger while the townspeople gather to hear, while the nests in my hands starve for rest. Sticklers
This town is made of starfish i need a seahorse
I let them circle 'round and defeat me
If you're keeping score then you're bound to win, A birds eye view of a burning bridge, You've gone through ghost towns settle past, Hoping the risk was
What splendidly weaved from an atom bomb, Retrieved from a teleprompt, Practical, you are not, Break the ice with a cotton swab, A fever that cools us
Glow but don't shine A fuse for a blueprint and these devices my hands built. These roads want the rain and my raincoat, drown in a flash flood. For
Too much patience, No resistance, Within shouting distance, You can hear a blind man's bluff, Dragging names through the mud and still bitting his tongue
Mail order brides, turtlenecks, and trophy wives, Had the ways and means to breach, The borders of easy street, And to blend right in, We all surrounded
