Lead Glass Tiffany Shades (by Michelle Anthony)
Work nights at the railway station
April to November when the winter blows
Brushed steel, metal shavings
Scrape by the town as it slows to your sight
Your years never follow you
Brass pipes and halos and that ordinary hum
You pay letters on the Santa Fe
Stolen forty from the last motel
You watch destruction of your finer days
Through your lead glass tiffany shades
You promise not to be in love next month
Because you've got Pacific dreams and Southern eyes
You lost your class at the Greenhouse nation
But you saved a seat for somebody else
You got the beat but not the good vibrations
And nobody makes it to your summit house
Silver sparkling when it crosses
Circuits are breaking
Circuits are breaking
When you're escaping the ordinary hum
Pay letters, Santa Fe
Stolen forty from the last motel
You watch destruction of your finer days
Through your lead glass tiffany shades
You promise not to be in love next month
Because you've got Pacific dreams and Southern eyes
Ooh Ooh Aah Whoa
Pay letters, Santa Fe
Stolen forty from the last motel
You watch destruction of your finer days
Through your lead glass tiffany shades
You promise not to be in love next month
Because you've got Pacific dreams and Southern eyes