Telescope

I guess it's way too late for half-assed sympathy Or to ask if there is anything you need from me That neglected Mississippi bridge is crumbling And I'm stuck in Missouri squinting to see Illinois So I'm on the banks just trying To get my message through But my waves and jumps Will clearly be no help to you And any sacrifice is worthless, that's another truth A mile-long current separates the man from the boy So leave, put away your telescope Or at least point it upwards to the sky The close-ups of my face have to be getting old And the sun will turn to stars in a little while The gasoline may be cheaper And the fireworks stands linger It's getting dark and I know that you can't swim But there's nothing here worth crossing for Even if you could So leave, put away your telescope Or at least point it upwards to the sky The close-ups of my face have to be getting old And the sun will turn to stars in a little while So leave, pack up your riverboat Be thankful that you have something that's still afloat Maybe take the muddy back towards Murphysboro The sun will turn to stars in a little while