AMF

Hello darlin
How are you
Does your imagination
Got you wrapped uptight
In the emerald light
Of an oz-bound Judy Garthen
Well such has been your luck with love

I saw the photographs
Of you in the Anderson grass
The collarbone buckle of a coverall coming up gold
With a cigarette image for you to hold
In your red rain jacket
Such has been my luck with love

And you got hard times living on the run
Beneath the one you lost is a longing
To find a home
And you got hard times living on the run
So come on home

So you wanna be a star of the vagabond bible
The bloodstained Kerouac
The skin of your nose is a rose
And the white snow coming up heavy in the mind
With the cinema, shelves look misshapen
And the drive-in theaters are all shut down
Down

Oh I'm cocked on the cartoon boulevard
Oh
Trippin the American memory fever
Fever
And you got hard times living on the run
Beneath the one you lost is a longing
To find a home
And you got hard times living on the run
So, so come on home!

Come home!