Late Century Dream

Well you never did like the way the road stretched out
Never knowing where all these oiley 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