Approximate Sunlight

I used to dream of time machines

Now it's been said we're post-everything

As a child imagining

Neck ties and Coast lines

I seen the show man, what a sight

Drenched us in approximated sunlight

The crowd was small and mostly blind

But kind, you're too kind

Now you are how you were when you were real

Now you are how you were when you were real

There you go again on that circular trip

Lick the solar plexus of some L.A. shaman

I'm out of breath I'd better sit

Been living, hard living

All I do is follow you around

I wouldn't waste another thought

On what is fair and what is not

The quinceañera dress she bought

Was unstitched with bullets

All the guests in the garden screamed

Women and tires squealing

Such opulence, such misery Unwinding, unwinding

All I do is follow you around

All I do is follow you around

Now you are how you were when you were real