Paroles de Sunday Under Glass

The scenery rides by just like floats lost in a parade Where the palms and tumbleweed sail Right past our homes they stretch and they fade Rolling like movie credits far beneath the clear skies How weary does the west carry So many sights yeah let's see the sights Slow prayers with no answers Must go somewhere far away In the wild west is a slow pan And the sunshine is fake And the ocean is just painted On a backdrop downtown The miniature scrawls blur From the set lights and the heat Where the summers packed with charades Right where the sidewalks crack and they meet Just like a sad sad actress right before her last scene How weary does the west carry So many sights yeah let's see the sights Slow prayers with no answers Must go somewhere far away In the wild west is a slow pan And the sunshine is fake And the ocean is just painted On a backdrop somewhere downtown