Jay Farrar Follow

Anyone caught speaking Esperanto
Is thought crazy or headed for jail
There's peace in the wilds of West Texas
Where the sun and the sky prevail
Take no notice of the rising waters
Take no notice where the rivers run dry
They’ll be digging through the landfills
To find evidence of our great demise

There’s a changing pattern before us
And the past tells the story quite well
By the time we make it to Barstow
We’ll be more than halfway to hell

Waves of adverts that promise revival
Trinket-ware that batters the brain
The devil bought the key to Branson
Drives a backhoe and wears a gold chain
Now we’re living in the unnamed timeframe
Bets in Reno are on the human race
Woke up in another test market
With a new headache filter in place

There’s a changing pattern before us
And the past tells the story quite well
By the time we make it to Barstow
We’ll be more than halfway to hell
By the time we make it to Barstow
We’ll be more than halfway to hell