Shelved

I wanna ride the hydraulics

Lit up like the north star

I wanna wallow in the spoils before the crowd

I wanna play my guitar

Not gonna sit up and beg

Not gonna do tricks

Not gonna stand here on a sound stage

Tethered to a crucifix

The ride's over

I know

But I'm not ready to go

I wanna flash my pastel colors by the rail

On a windy day at Pimlico

Don't want to write songs with this clown they set me up with in a Los Angeles rehearsal studio

Not gonna tour with Trent Reznor

Third of three bottom of the bill

You can't pay me to make that kind of music

Not gonna swallow that pill

The ride's over

I know

But I'm not ready to go

Maybe dad is right

I'm still young

And I can write C++ just as good as anyone

I know this guy at Lucasarts

He says they're looking for hands

In fifteen years I'll be throwing back beers

With my feet in the sand