Living in the freight-train republic
It's easy to forget the starry night
In so many ways as I remember
Anything at all

Walking alone

Through neon hallways

Bathed in glow of red and blue

Deep in the heart

Of Mega-merica Land

Smiling at the wind-up-clockwork-monkey-wrench-mechanical birds

And Trees

And things that go bump

In that good night

While Poohbear holds the torch up high

To light the way

Along this winding road

Down past dead mans curve

And into the western sunset

Sinking b'neath the cresting waves

And laughing at the lemmings