america (glamour and prestige)

Lyrics

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 passenger, 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 passenger, 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 passenger, why'd you leave me this way, all that glamour and prestige, such a well-worn cliche