Oh, the motel’s dark
the figures move on tv
the handset rests
much more restful than me
and the folks next door went out for more
they came back with a case or two to bury the place
the light is tickling between the shades
the wasted youth handing out the fresh blades
yeah!
oh, the room lights up
with a single matches flame
and the smoke penetrates, saturates the landscape
yeah, and the ezChair appears
and the comfort takes me back, all those days
so “…Bless Those Recliner Days®”
my birthplace takes a little more each day
there’s no past left now to stand in my way
yeah!
it’s a ScrapYardLand out here
it’s a ScrapYardLand out here
oh in a box
I keep a set of memories
yeah and in the car
all your gifts from Golden Days™
but the daytime’s changed to night
yeah, and you wanted to be lost
but I never think that’s right
the light is fading now from blue to grey
tomorrow’s guilt, left forgotten today
argh!
it’s a ScrapYardLand out here
it’s a ScrapYardLand out here
it’s a ScrapYardLand out here
it’s a ScrapYardLand out here