these american dreams
these giant television screens
these planes that cant be seen flying over everything
this broken factory
this coca-cola recipe
this counterfeiting machine counterfeiting everything

this industry
this economics
these magazines
these marvel comics
the next time i hear this comet comes i'll be turning 93

now telescopes they don't tell lies
and galaxies don't give advice
baby, see it expanding growing colder, growing older just like me

well, these american dreams
this crooked symphony
yes it echoes through the constant holes like numbers on the bathroom wall
and saxophone and secret code
whispers on your telephone
words you used to know by heart
words you used to use back home

and its california in the morning and new york in the evening
would it got three on your headphones speaking from another century
now time aint not be holding us
but time is not a friend i trust
now i never liked him much enough
i never liked him much

and there aint nothing you can do
and there aint nothing you can do
your folks were right x3

and there aint nothing you can do x2
your folks were right x3

now the time is much in distant like a bird outside the window
and if you believe in the distance it will never go away
'cause today, yeah today, today is different

and there aint nothing you can do x2
your folks were right x3

and there aint nothing you can do x2
your folks were right x3

and there aint nothing you can do x2
your folks were right x3