The siren is cutting through the air
It's a long way home
from the palm tree fair
If you ask my sister
for a reason
She'll say, keep your head down
and say your prayers
Keep your head down and
say your prayers
Desert turns to neon in this town
The sun sets over
buildings like a crown
If you ask my brother for
a reason he'll say
Morals are for the boring and the found
Morals are for the boring
and the found
Leaves don't fly here,
it's too dry to grow
And the bottom of the lake is too sad
I know I'm a liar, I'm a liar
I'm a gold bead liar
I was born here, but soon I have to go
I know this town too well,
I have to go
There's an eagle just outside
the city limits
People take pictures when
they come to visit
They say we come here every year
to find the desert air
That's just the way we live it
That's just the way we live it
We are turning right to Ses
sion Road
I know this town too well, I have to go
The hotel stands beside the lake
It's open hours from ten a .m. till late
I bet he works there
If you ask her gently she'll say
Water doesn't bring back what it takes
The water's taken more
than she can take
Leaves don't fly, it's too dry to go
And the hum of the lake is
too sad and low
I'm a liar, I'm a liar,
I'm a gold -themed liar
I was born here, soon I have to go
I know this town too well,
I have to go
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