Baby's busy hiding in the bassinet wonderin' if the third world war started yet I told her I was pulling up and heading west she said she would have come but she was overdressed so I sent a picture postcard of a midwest bank she wrote me that she showed it to her new friend Frank who noticed in a window on the 19th floor a guy my age about to prove that man can't soar and he would also like to know if I could just check around before I left this town for slow-mo footage of the tumble down so This may not be my best day but this ain't no golden age You looked pretty on the freeway let's drive into the brave new world.
A van pulls up and someone offers me a ride the driver lost the map and he was terrified everybody whispering to save his pride say "son would you be kind enough to be our guide?" The driver yells "the one in back already tried, but his memory is rusty and his vision tied." glasses and a lubricant were by his side but the tin man was inanimate, the lion lied They did not want to see me go but I did not want to be another muskateer plus the gas runs out before the van's in gear Please don't hit me if I do say but this ain't no golden age You looked so pretty on the freeway let's drive into the brave new world...
Buster and his company look good in black they're looking for a way out of the cul-de-sac tearing through the phone book and the almanac they all have dusty noses 'cause they sniff shellac they finally found the number of a matador who rode up in a Beemer with a pricey whore but Buster wasn't quick enough he'd lock the door and rode off sayin' he'd be back before the war by then the night was falling slow and I did not want to stick around and just look old when I saw you pulling onto my soft shoulder
This may not be my best day but this ain't no golden age You looked pretty on the freeway let's drive into the brave new world.