Slow Race

Eyes Adrift

Inside a jar of prehistoric air 
Neon fossil penguins grow on trees 
The child professor doesn't care 
He has a friendly new disease 
It causes me to swear 
I never said I care, I never said 

It takes a paucity of scale 
To simulate what's in the jar 
A friendly fire of forest whales 
On rubber hearts and vacuum stars 
It causes me to swear 
I never said I care, I never said 

We could have ourselves a slow race 
And the object is to lose 
The awards flow by like icebergs 
Deep and giant blue 

There are no fish left in the streams 
They all have taken to the air 
And with their rattles, guns, and beads 
New age pirates sit and stare 
It causes me to swear 
I never said I care, I never said 
We could have ourselves a slow race 
And the object is to lose 
The awards flow by like icebergs 
Deep and giant blue 

There are no fish left in the streams 
They all have taken to the air 
And with their rattles, guns, and beads 
New age pirates sit and stare 
It causes me to swear 
I never said I cared, I never said 
We could have ourselves a slow race 
And the object is to lose 
The awards flow by like icebergs 
Deep and giant blue 
There's a boring intermission 
In the middle of the play 
The awards flow by like icebergs 
Made of ancient clay