late-century dream

well you never did like the way the road stretched out

never knowing where all these oily black threads are tied

under the lights of a spaceship landed

on the ice of a curve unsanded

there's a clover leaf

that'll wreck your life

and everybody lives in a knot

everybody lives in a knot

everybody's trying to make space around what they think they've got

everybody lives in a knot

everybody lives in a knot

everybody's trying to make space around what they think they've got

it was never better

it was never any better

but a nation is not soothed

when they tell her

and the doctors all look shocked

but everybody grows up weened on some sick late century dream

or the happy face on a shirt smiling shop till you drop