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