Hey, hey, hey, mother interstate
I watched the stars get smaller
I watched your face age backwards
Like the Freon cold out the hotel door
You’ve been a daughter to me, your buried shoe box grief
Atone, I will atone
Tiny diamonds in my memory
Show some kindness to a petty thief
Make me honest, make me a wedding cake
Or the white rocket fade over Cape Canaveral
Gives me parachute dreams like old war movies
Can you deliver me from evil
You taught me victory’s sweet
You told me victory's sweet
Please, please, please, sister Socrates
And you don’t judge me, that’s not your style
While the mountain’s side was shining wild colors of my destiny
I know that victory's sweet
Or the red rocket blaze over Cape Canaveral
You’ve been a father to me in 1960’s, speak
And there’s no worries, oh Lord, whose got time
A waste, it just went to waste
And the red rocket blaze over Cape Canaveral
But I won’t see you for a little while
I watched your face die backwards
All that flying saucer terror
It’s been a nightmare for me, some 1980’s grief
Like the citrus glow off the old orange grove
I saw your legends lined up
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While the universe was drawn perfect circles form infinity
Give me comatose joy like we’re on TV
Wait, wait, wait, mighty outer space
Forgive, you did forgive
While the waterfall was pouring crazy symbols of my destiny
Even deep in the cheap seats
And watched the migrants smoke in the old orange grove
Little baby in my memory
Are these changes gonna fill your mind
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Changing shape in my memory
Made me lazy drinking lemonade
You always answer with a question
I felt your poltergeist love like Savannah heat
Even deep in the cheap seats
Apart, I just came apart
Even deep in the cheap seats
And I never felt more natural
Oh, oh, oh, brother totem pole