In this country of nowhere
On this sphere of spheres
On the 19th day of April
When the full moon reappears
There's a new one for the old guard
It's a cautionary tale
From the front porch in the backyard
One last postcard in the mail
From the 440 Parkway
You can take the 40 West
Perhaps it's best we part ways
'Til I get this off my chest
We could end before it starts up
But then what would be the point
You think she's out but then she sparks up
'Cause she loves to rock this joint
Collu-collu-collusion
I've got nothing to hide
'Cept my imagination
Behind tired eyes open wide
Collu-collu-collusion
I'm told that's what they call it down here
But maybe Doug was simply bending my ear
We're scheming down in dreamland
Through futures black and white
Our mind is crossing interstates
And provinces of night
Spin some southern gothic
To find some northern haze
Come on man, come off it
Slow it down on lazy days
Collu-collu-collusion
Man, the fix is in
Confusing this illusion
Is anyone listening in?
Collu-collu-collusion
I'm told that's what they call it down here
Counting down my 44 years
One eye on the white line
Between the dream and the delusion
One on the horizon
As we cruise into
Collu-collu-collusion
I heard it on the wire
Blowing kisses to the misses
And so it does conspire
Collu-collu-collusion
I guess that's what they call it down here
Maybe Doug was simply bending my ear
Objections in the rear view mirror
May be closer than they appear
