We came into this slip road
Picking up a billow in clouded dust
Down on Sunset and Vine
They’re counting all their money on an abacus
I dived down to the bottom of the lake
Where the pressure was breaking my bones
I never felt so far from home
You’re more than a pocket full
With the glamour and prestige in America
Such a well-worn cliche
Now I’m looking back in out of this pa**enger
[?] space cake
Climbing in rehab and the rest of us
Parachuting gold mine
A fortune undiscovered to the west of us
Black car on a dirt road
Picking up kids with the stars in her eyes
Good thing I don’t need a ride
You’re more than a pocket full
With the glamour and prestige in America
Such a well-worn cliche
Now I’m looking back in out of this pa**enger
So what are you waiting for
All that glamour and prestige
Whatever you’re waiting for
Now I’m looking back in out of this pa**enger
Why’d you leave me this way
All that glamour and prestige
Such a well-worn cliche