American Car

My circus train pulls through the night

Full of lions and trapeze artists

I'm done with elephants and clowns

I want to

Run away and join the office

Aimless sister, you're surrounded

Angel-faced and I'm astounded

How sweet you are

In your long, black American Car

And you know just where to find me

If I don't know who you are

You will remind me

There's a girl down in the bar

A flaming star upon her shoulder

Slugging hot pink frozen drinks

To put the foot down on her smolder

Easy, Cowboy, what's the rush now?

She may cleave me like a snowplow.

How sweet you are

All the lazy days are gone.

Still the grind is grinding on.

Throw the memories in a drawer.

Lock myself behind a door.