Lyrics

Such lonely hitchers we are
with our thumbs calling out
to the kindness of strangers
just like Blanch Dubois
with a suitcase of salvation
and circus facades

We?re stumbling out
from overgrown paths
with the thorns of our paths
still clinging.

Kid, you?re on your way,
but to who knows where?
In the spotlight?s haze,
even God?s died here.
All I?ve coveted
is the goblet of silver shiny lies.

What to do
when we find
nowhere west
to run and hide?

Take me to the land of starlets
who kneel and pray
to gods of the scalpel and cocaine.
They sing their hymns of stopping
the world?s turning.

And as they fade away
from the camera?s lens,
they?ll look to the days
when the papers read:

They?re on their way.
But to who knows where?
Now so soon to find
even stars die here.
On the silver screen
lives elusive immortality.

What to do
when we find
nowhere west
to run and hide,
or shield our eyes,
or bask in the light
of little white lies?

What do we do now,
as these washed-up blinking stars
in the land of eternal seeming?
I fear I?ve come to find
it?s someone else?s dreams
We?ve been dreaming.