California Sleeves

Finding God in the parking lot Not quite subtle, but not so on the nose Some conversations, we have them in reverse No room for error and no time to rehearse What's the point man is there a through line or a theme Or is there just something stuck between my teeth All together now, we're on our own Looking for something a little less bleak Time isn't on your side and neither am I Time isn't on your side and neither am I Fold your arms in the driver's seat You've got your foot on the gas but you couldn't find the keys People like to talk man, does word sure get around This ship is sinking, but no one made a sound Constant comedy of errors it seems that Recurring nightmare's in the house of your dreams Fooled again by California sleeves I'm saying "that's showbiz baby!" Instead of going to therapy Time isn't on your side and neither am I Time isn't on your side and neither am I