ScrapYardLand

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

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