Utopia Parkway

Mrs. Carver says she's sorry
She knows enough not to worry
But what does she know about crime?
Believes the town is sinking
The price of forward thinking
You stay up all night half the time

Racking your mind
Alone in the night
While all your neighbors sleep tight

Years ago she lost her daughter
Off to a sacred order
Where they got stoned and worked the earth
Clears up her head with bourbon
Cause beer is so suburban
And declasse for what it's worth

She drinks it down down down
For all the old old days
She's thinking of it now
It's nice to get away
But what a fine day for a parade

She stays up mending curtains
Until her fingers hurt, and
You can get so bored of it all
No one can say for certain
She'll never safely know when
An asteroid will kill us all

She drinks it down down down
For all the old old days
She's thinking of it now
It's nice to get away
But what a fine day for a parade

It must be summer
Cause the days are long
And I dial your number
But you're gone, gone, gone
I'd set out searching
But the car won't start
And it must be summer
Cause I'm falling apart

I try your sister
On the Jersey Shore
She said you might be stopping by
But she's not sure
So I call your mother
On Long Island Sound
She said it must be summer
Cause you're never around

And the sun is beating me senseless
I feel defenseless like a dying lamb
I don't wan't to lie by the oceanside
Don't want to play in the sand
Can't you understand?
Can't you understand?

It must be summer
Cause the streets are bare
AndI try your number
But you're just not therer
And the sun keeps shining
Til it's dead and gone
And it must be summer
Cause I can't go on

And the sun is beating me senseless
I feel defenseless like a dying lamb
I don't wan't to lie by the oceanside
Don't want to play in the sand
Can't you understand?
Can't you understand?

When you think you've found something worth holding onto
Wer reaching for attention, hoping she would notice you
Collecting bottles and thrown-away cans
Like she was returnable
One day would fill your hands
ow she loved you, all you imagined
Fit so well into you plans

Maybe one day soon
It will all come out
How you dream about each other sometimes
With the memory of
How you once gave up
But you made it through the troubled times

Pining away every hour in your room
Rolling with the motion, waiting til it's opportune
Sitting there watching time fly past you
Why do tomorrow
What you could never do
How she loved you
All you imagined
All ths shit she put you through

Maybe one day soon
It will all come out
How you dream about each other sometimes
With the memory of
How you once gave up
But you made it through the troubled times

And it takes a lot of nerve to ask how she is doing
Start with a weak foundation, you will end in ruins
The ways the days and hours pass you'll never understand
Falling like rain through your hands

Maybe one day soon
It will all come out
How you dream about each other sometimes
With the memory of
How you once gave up
But you made it through the troubled times

Oh yeah we're going to the laser show
Oh yeah we're going to the laser show
Come on baby now don't you know
We're going down to the laser show

They come from Bridgeport, Westport, Darien
Down to the Hayden Planetarium
We're gonna space out to our favorite tunes
We're going straight to the dark side of the moon

Oh yeah we're going to the laser show
Oh yeah we're going to the laser show
Come on baby now don't you know
We're going down to the laser show

We're gonna sit back, relax, watch the stars
James and Jason, Kirk and Lars
We're gonna make our way across the galaxy
And then we'll head back on the L.I.E.

Go, hippie
Skip down the old road
Don't even see me, do you at all
Some days you get so tired of hanging
Trying to deep-fry all your boredom

Big hippie
The day was so slow
And I can see you feel it too
Sometimes you wish you knew karate
Oh, the things that you could, like

Crossing in between greens
Just because you want to
Not because you ought to
Oh, how can you ever explain
They can never feel your pain
Neither can you

Mr. Crabtree
Sits in the window
He sees a lot, but he don't know
That was you across the yard
Throwing brownies at his car

Sweet hippie
Keeping your head low
Around the car park you swing low
Some days it all falls down around you
Some days you fall down in the snow, while

Crossing in between greens
Just because you want to
Not because you ought to
Oh, how can you ever explain
They can never feel your pain
Neither can you

Well I've been saving for a custom van
And I've been playing for a cover band
And my baby doesn't understand
Why I never turned from boy to man

I got it made
I got it down
I am the king of this island town
I'm on my own
I'm on my way
Down Utopia Parkway

And while I'm waiting for my time to come
I'm gonna get a little shopping done
I'll get some paper and a staple gun
And put my name in front of everyone

I got it made
I got it down
I am the king of this goddamn town
I'm on my own
I'm on my way
Down Utopia Parkway

Gonna let my hair grow down my back
Gonna brace myself for the big attack
And they'll never know what hit them when I'm gone

I'm just a hat and feet
That's all that's left of me
A spot on the sidewalk
A mark on the street
I'm just a hat and feet
I'm just a hat and feet

You dropped a bomb on me
I didn't even see
Like a falling piano
From out of a window
Now I'm just a hat and feet
I'm just a hat and feet

I'm just a sitting duck
That ran out of luck
I'm the unhappy guy
That didn't look up high
I started running when I saw it coming
It got faster and louder til I took a powder

Now
I'm just a hat and feet
That's what become of me
Flat on the sidewalk
Stuck to the street
I'm just a hat and feet
I'm just a hat and feet

The King of Araby is coming home
It's bumper touching bumper on the motorway
The sun is in the sky just now
But the road is grey
They drive in Winnebagos from the Everglades
Pulled over by the troopers in the mirror shades
The Caravan is sorry
The driver has a twenty and change

And we're leaving all the road for dead
We're getting tired of the twists and turns
You gotta go when human nature calls
We're driving, we're driving
Through the valley of malls

And God forgive the passengers if we should fail
To find a penny fountain of a half-off sale
I need a merchant
I've just started searching for the Holy Grail
Fighting for the freedom from a common bond
To be a barracuda in the guppy pond
So little time for so many things to try on

And we're leaving all the road for dead
We're getting tired of the twists and turns
You gotta go when human nature calls
We're driving, we're driving
Through the valley of malls