Headlines

And I don't wanna go to war And I don't wanna have to fight 'Cause I don't wanna be right I don't wanna be right So swerve a little in the road The curve will take your cruise control Or you could hit the ghost pine I can see the headline "Poor tree, man died" Or maybe we move slow Or we don't even go? Or maybe we should fight Somewhere in a field at night Straw man coming for the scarecrow Straw man coming for the scarecrow No brains in the meadow I was amenable, but this is petro-chemical So now I need relief You're so ethereal, it's so immaterial It beggars some belief Yeah No change, yes grief Reading aloud your chapter and verse It's got me so beat down that I might order a hearse I got no room and I feel all alone Still it feels like you could eat me out of house and home In my headline