False Star

It's time to escape walk till our minds erase Let go of all the things you can not face and face me instead The winter sun it sets A pylon silhouette Sitting in the wash bed where all the trash collects A moment feeling young Battery on your tongue But all the kitschy things you thought were fun exploited someone And my heart wants to explode As we drive the mother road Visiting ghosts and fossiled oddities Another breaking news alarm About a new shot in the arm But there's no vaccine for the dying American dream Night has come and gone A shiver and a yawn But if I can't pull myself out of bed how am I gonna write a song Because it's hard to inspire Without wind to feed the fire And we're all so so tired Of being burned by powerful liars Cast your eyes up to the sky Saturn and Jupiter collide Here's a word to the wise A bright false star can misguide