The clouds of gray and powder blue
On fields of stone and rusted cans Bones and bottles and disowned lands
Out in the wastelands, my, how I dream I'm pounding my chest while the girls in the grandstand scream
I'll fill you with fountains of fire and sparks We'll lie littered with laughter and riddled with dazzling stars
I'll fall to my knees in the hall of my dreams Majestically posing while girls in the mezzanine scream For exotic oils and forbidden teas
Out in the wastelands, my, how I dream I'm curling my lip while the girls in grandstand scream, You seem like such a lonely man I want to see the wastelands"
All the Romeos burn just a little too bright All the harrowing rodeo gigolos wither and die At the hands of day, at the feet of the night
So dress my wounds and soothe my brow We'll make it from here to the border somehow In exotic oils with forbidden powers
Out in the wastelands, my, how I dream I'm dusting my chaps while the girls in grandstand scream, You seem like such a lonely man I want to see the wastelands Please show me the wastelands You seem like such a haunted man I want to see the wastelands Please show me the wastelands" More from The Floating Men