Lyric Little America

(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe)



I can t see myself at thirty, I don t buy a lacquered thirty
Caught like flies, preserved for tomorrow s jewelery, again
Lighted in the amber yard, a green shellback, green shellback
Preserved for tomorrow s eyes, in tree beer tar-black brer sap,
The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest, is the
The consul a horse, Jefferson, I think we re lost

Who will tend the farm museums? Who will dust today s belongings?
Who will sweep the floors, hedging near the givens?
Rally round your leaders it s the mediator season
Diane is on the beach, do you realize the life she s led?
The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest, is the
The consul a horse, oh man I think we re lost
The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest, is the
A matter of course, Jefferson, Jeffer

Lighted in the amber yard, a green shellback, green shellback
Sky-lied, sty-tied, Nero pie-tied, in tree tar-black brer sap,
Reason has harnessed the tame, a lodging, not stockader s game
Another Greenville, another Magic Mart, Jeffer, grab your fiddle,
The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest, is the
The consul a horse, Jefferson, I think we re lost
The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest, is the
The consul a horse, Jefferson, I think we re lost, lost