Lyrics:

Baby's busy hiding in the bassinet

wonderin' if the third world war started yet

I told her I was pulling up and heading west

she said she would have come but she was overdressed

so I sent a picture postcard of a midwest bank

she wrote me that she showed it to her new friend Frank

who noticed in a window on the 19th floor

a guy my age about to prove that man can't soar

and he would also like to know

if I could just check around before I left this town

for slow-mo footage of the tumble down so

This may not be my best day

but this ain't no golden age

You looked pretty on the freeway

let's drive into the brave new world.



A van pulls up and someone offers me a ride

the driver lost the map and he was terrified

everybody whispering to save his pride say

'son would you be kind enough to be our guide?'

The driver yells 'the one in back already tried,

but his memory is rusty and his vision tied.'

glasses and a lubricant were by his side but

the tin man was inanimate, the lion lied

They did not want to see me go

but I did not want to be another muskateer

plus the gas runs out before the van's in gear

Please don't hit me if I do say

but this ain't no golden age

You looked so pretty on the freeway

let's drive into the brave new world...



Buster and his company look good in black

they're looking for a way out of the cul-de-sac

tearing through the phone book and the almanac

they all have dusty noses 'cause they sniff shellac

they finally found the number of a matador

who rode up in a Beemer with a pricey whore

but Buster wasn't quick enough

he'd lock the door

and rode off sayin' he'd be back before the war

by then the night was falling slow

and I did not want to stick around and just look old

when I saw you pulling onto my soft shoulder



This may not be my best day

but this ain't no golden age

You looked pretty on the freeway

let's drive into the brave new world.