and another thing

Well the movie's long over, and the lights are all on And the popcorn and soda are strewn o'er the floor The movie's gone, the screen remains And the stars in the rear-view mirror are planes in the sky And the cars are all criminals The sirens and traffic make counterpoint canons And oh, we're headed home The talking heads and their political pundits Make fire and brimstone sermons their game And the name of the Lord's said in vain While the screen remains And the neon lights fade as we travel the road To the west, and the mountains approach us The poachers pretend not to be in pursuit The signs and the slogans tell where I should roam Oh, we're headed home The stars are all crystals, your eyes abalone Oh, we're headed home