We are aimless
And the target is an empty wall

We're out of patience
With smiles that cut across her face
No complaints

But I wish I had my top of my brain
I'd like to walk
But the sun doesn't know we're awake


We're in spaceships
Take a visit to the Pyranees

Paid vacations
Send a brochure from the agency
No complaints

But my girlfriend dug a ditch in my room
Walking papers and a hole
Straight out from my shoes


No complaints
But it's harder

To believe in the truth
She'll write a message
On a billboard

And I'll send it to you

We feel painless

Check the status on the info line
In some ways tainted
Radiation from the factory

No complaints
But it's overrated, that's for sure
Take a bus back

From Little Rock, Arkansas
Or Modesto
That's where my drawl comes from