Vapour Trails

Titillation's been replaced

By interstate, brick face and coffee mate

And by a list of phone calls

You like to make

Where you could sit on the edge of your bed

And you could stare into your own shoes

And in the pools of light there

Go wherever you choose

Just rig up a complication

And if it derails

You can throw away the rudder

And float away like vapor trails

There's nothing funnier than pride

In an utterly confident stride

So I pulled the car on over

To give you a ride

Damn this sleepy weather, he said

As he marched in sopping wet shoes

Through rain pools evaporating

Says in this sign, I'll conquer you

I pulled the car on over

To give you a ride

But there's nothing uglier

Than a man hitting his stride

Past Mexicans all dressed in beige shirts

Leaning in over their hoes

Now the morning's over

It's time to let them sprinklers hose

Past hills of chambermaids dark bare arms

And fields of muscle quilted to the bone

But right now I'm flying over

Yeah, right now I'm flying home

Where I can sit on the end of my bed

And I can stare into my own shoes

And in the pools of light years

Go wherever I choose

And throw away the rudder

Float away on vapor trails

(Mexicans dressed in beige shirts)

I rigged up a complication

Totally derailed

So I throw away the rudder

Float away like vapor trails

(Now the morning's over)

I pulled the car on over

(It's time to let them sprinklers hose)

Throw away the rudder

Throw away the rudder

Throw away the rudder

Throw away the rudder

Throw away the rudder

Throw away the rudder

Throw away the rudder