Seems like it's all a pretence
Nobody's looking to stay
Does it make any sense
In a garden of light today?
Is that the way we're supposed
To scratch a living?
Up to the limit
Of medium man
With can in hand
From rust to rust
In rod we trust
I made an honest mistake
And thought no one's at the wheel
Just so long as we're sure that
None of this rests on a deal
If that's the limit
Of medium man
We do what we can
From rust to rust
In rod we trust
A nothing income
With nothing to serenade
Open to something new
But nothing is coming
Down the chute, no way
On the edge of the sea
At the continental shelf
Of this inelegant dream
Which is looking to write itself
supported by 4 fans who also own “In Rod We Trust”
In a more perfect world, this band would blaring out of every radio on Earth. The lyrics, the vocals, the just-outta-teens snark and earnestness... so much to love. paulimboden