We are aimless

And the target is an empty wall

We're out of patience

With smiles that cut across her face

No complaints

But I wish I had my top of my brain

I'd like to walk

But the sun doesn't know we're awake



We're in spaceships

Take a visit to the Pyranees

Paid vacations

Send a brochure from the agency

No complaints

But my girlfriend dug a ditch in my room

Walking papers and a hole

Straight out from my shoes



No complaints

But it's harder

To believe in the truth

She'll write a message

On a billboard

And I'll send it to you



We feel painless

Check the status on the info line

In some ways tainted

Radiation from the factory

No complaints

But it's overrated, that's for sure

Take a bus back

From Little Rock, Arkansas

Or Modesto

That's where my drawl comes from