The street lights

Paint tree shadows

On dinosaur asphault.



Turn on the high beams

When it gets too thick,

The phone lines cut clouds,

The trees, they need braces...



And wherever i sit down,

A parking meter springs up,

Earth is colddddddd

And it's almost juneee.



I've been shining

My shoulders

For the big game.

It's time, ohhhh my...