Sunday Under Glass

The scenery rides by just like floats lost in a parade
Where the palms and tumbleweed sail
Right past our homes they stretch and they fade
Rolling like movie credits far beneath the clear skies

How weary does the west carry
So many sights yeah let's see the sights
Slow prayers with no answers
Must go somewhere far away

In the wild west is a slow pan
And the sunshine is fake
And the ocean is just painted
On a backdrop downtown

The miniature scrawls blur
From the set lights and the heat
Where the summers packed with charades
Right where the sidewalks crack and they meet
Just like a sad sad actress right before her last scene

How weary does the west carry
So many sights yeah let's see the sights
Slow prayers with no answers
Must go somewhere far away

In the wild west is a slow pan
And the sunshine is fake
And the ocean is just painted
On a backdrop somewhere downtown