Your typical city involved in a typical daydream
The shoe is on the hand that fits
Heads all empty and I don't care
Got 2 good eyes but we still don't see
Their walls are built of cannon balls
The first one's named Anne Marie
Some come to laugh their past away
California preaching on the burning shore
You ain't got time to call your soul a critic
Believe it if you need it
Gimme five, I'm still alive
Well everybodys dancin in a ring around the sun
The place is gonna fly
We all gotta eat
Fish are rising up like birds
At least I'm enjoying the ride
You who choose to lead must follow
