Citywide Rodeo

Citywide rodeo, you set on the stage

Where all the clowns will go when they feel their age

I know that you think you're not good for anything

The world makes you feel so small

Get on your wooden horse

This is a ride, not a fight

No need to save face, say goodnight, Grace

"Good night, Grace."

There's dust on the stadium seats, there's dust in your hair

You wonder how fast you'll go when you hit the air

And oh, isn't it strange how things can change you?

And oh, isn't it plain that some things unname you

So don't ask anybody else.

Citywide rodeo, step into your car

Look up at the indigo and pick out your star.