文本歌词

Claustrophobic in tiny tin cans hurdling towards
Nothing through naked Kansas vulnerable as flies on an empty plate
When the colors burst above reaching structures
And showered us in light we got it on camera
And made all the miles between home and here automatically disappear
And the fire flies fight for a role in our film about all us insects buzzing through ant hills
The chandelier drips water from the bathroom above murky tile go back to sleep
We go town to town dressed in disguise no really
Knows us we're far from home and forgotten what our own beds feel like
I call the couch
Those bleak unclear back alleys of our culture get us nowhere it's time we just simply jangle on
Farm land city life at least half of it is nothing can someone tell me which half is which oh never mind
I found solace in the early morning midwest
It's time to leave get back in the car