Rust Belt Rooster

Drift off past the last cast summer shadow, sleep against the window. Rust belt rooster bent smokes rolling loaded at dusk headlong for regret. We travel on, we travel on, now to the dawn, we travel on, we travel on, come on. Broke on the phone, nobody home, two days ago, love left alone. Tattooed hands between the plans, cold golden tone but still no demand. Black rubber dust, chrome-plated lust, asphalt is trust, gold-painted rust, black rubber dust, come on. White spider steel, the Ferris Wheel light surreal to blind your mind's eye. The careless arcs across the dark to set the spark to make you feel like you've still got time. But there's no time. Broke down behind this neon lie. Broke down behind your neon eyes. White spine of steel, the Ferris Wheel light surreal to blind your mind's eye. The careless arcs across the dark set the spark to make you feel like you still are mine. But you're not mine. Broke down behind this neon lie. Broke down behind your neon eyes. --- Rust Belt Rooster - Giants Chair