The scenery rides by

just like floats lost in a parade

where the palms and tumbleweeds sail

right past the homes they stretch and they fade

rolling like movie credits

far beneath the clear skies


How wary does the West carry

so many sights -- yeah, let's see the sights!

Slow prayers with no answers

must go somewhere

Fall away


And the Wild West is a slow pan

and the sunshine is fake

and the ocean is just painted

on a backdrop downtown


The miniature sprawls blur

from the set lights and the heat

where the summer's path with charades

right where the sidewalks crack and they meet

just like a sad, sad actress

right before her last scene


How wary does the West carry

so many sights -- yeah, let's see the sights!

Slow prayers with no answers

must go somewhere

Fall away


And the Wild West is a slow pan

and the sunshine is fake

and the ocean is just painted

on a backdrop

somewhere

downtown