REM - Little America Lyrics
I cant see myself at thirty, I dont buy a lacquered thirtyCaught like flies, preserved for tomorrows jewelery, againLighted in the amber yard, a green shellback, green shellbackPreserved for tomorrows eyes, in tree beer tar-black brer sap,The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest,The consul a horse, jefferson I think were lostWho will tend the farm museums? who will dust todays belongings?Who will sweep the floors, hedging near the givens?Rally round your leaders its the mediator seasonDiane is on the beach, do you realize the life shes led?The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest,The consul a horse, oh man I think were lostThe biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest,A matter of course, jefferson, jefferLighted in the amber yard, a green shellback, green shellbackSky-lied, sty-tied, nero pie-tied, in tree tar-black brer sap,Reason has harnessed the tame, a lodging, not stockaders gameAnother greenville, another magic mart, jeffer, grab your fiddle,The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest,The consul a horse, jefferson I think were lostThe biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest,The consul a horse, jefferson I think were lost
