I take the Midwest in small doses.
I wipe the East Coast with my eyes.
I slice through the ice with my forefinger and thumb;
This map this making me cry.

The records are selling the West Coast;
The cash has gone to California and Seattle gets the change.
Protests are licking my lips and I sigh,
The world is wasting away.

I’ve been to cathedrals and dropped in my change;
Never seen penniless thieves.
The heroes are one and the Holy Ghost two,
My life is gonna be okay.

The lives I haven’t told you are sitting on my porch
They have nothing to say.
They’ve been to the oceans and traveled the shores.
They have nothing left to pray.

The lifestyles and riches that I have to keep
Have nothing to do with you.
I’ve been shortchanged and left in a bottomless rut
My heart really goes out to you.

Let’s go away, somewhere far away
Let’s sing for a mile or two.
So put on the fan and let’s pick up a rhyme
Till it gets cold in here.

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