You know when you're doing a song about a small town?
Try Lambert's sniffing salts today.
You get started with a cliche, you know what I'm saying?
Lie.
Time moves a little slower here.
The paint peels cause the summer's here, it's lucifer.
And when you were near, nowhere you would know of.
Locusts here fly, they show up just to show off.
For men take a load off, just to watch the day go by.
Philosophize them with their friends like they're Plato.
They prophesize on the bench by the main road, right?
They got to fight some, like, hey, I'm with you, say so, guys.
But what do they know?
Fox News got them lit.
The shockers, fundamentalists, the new communists.
I'll get out with a shovelist, clutch a handbag close.
I'm like, damn, man, then it's all backhands jokes.
Cause I'm a gentleman, but then again, most of us are.
First name basis in the bank, the post office, the bar,
the grocery parts.
So lady, I ain't trying to grab your pension.
The old men on the bench.
Direct from the transistor radio in your lounge room.
It's the entertainment that the whole family can enjoy.
Well, I say looking slick will do the trick.
So try Barry's brew.
Well, let's go, let's go.
We're living in the days when everybody's saying,
what a time to be alive.
But I'm feeling out of place like I'm living out of space
cause it seems I'm stuck in time.
It's like we ride through life.
Ride in the shadow of the cold war.
Death's so quiet at night.
Like, martial law took a whole job, 55.
Time moves a little slower here.
Day feels like a week, a week.
It feels like it could go a year.
And we know we're near.
Nothing, man, it's so true.
I don't tell them where I'm from.
I tell them where I'm close to.
And I could go through an atlas and show you on a map.
But you still look at me sideways
and treat me like I'm backwards.
But that's just fine.
It so happens.
I'm happy living in a city that is trapped in time.
While you're lined up in traffic,
I'm not panicked by transit.
I'm back in time for a TV dinner and an early night
cause we get dressed to travel.
Got an early flight.
Been doing laps of the earth.
We're doing laps of the sun.
Trying to put where I'm at on a map cause where I'm from,
we never get a mention.
But all that and then some.
Once been the old men on the bench.
And across the country, they came in waves.
Thousands upon thousands of flying disks
descending from the planet Mars.
For the closest shave, try a Wilson's razor today.
Well, let's go.
Let's go.
We're living in the days when everybody's saying
what a time to be alive.
But I'm feeling out of place like I'm living out of space
cause it seems I'm stuck in time.
It's like we're onto life.
Right.
In the shadow of the Cold War.
And death's so quiet at night.
Like,
much more to hold your 55 by...
Were I go, were I go, this will always be home.....
No matter, where I go, where I go, this will always be home.
No matter, where I go, where I go, this will always be home.
No matter, where I go, where I go, this will always be home.
If you can't beat the summer heat, then what you need is a Wardell's.
Wardell Refrigerators.
The cooler choice.
The dieting revolution, taking the world by steam.
Well, I've been in a place where everybody's sayin' all the time to be alive, but I'm really
out of place, like I'm livin' out of space, cause I've been stuck in time, it's like we're
ridin' through life.
Rye, in the shadow of the Cold War, so quiet at night.
Lye, martial law took a whole job, fifty -five.
