I was sitting in a big chain coffee shop
Reading magazines about cla**ic rock
Wishing for a love
When the big one dropped
Now it's a thing of the past
I was laid off in a basement in Arkansas
Living off [?] and apricots
Dreaming of a girl but her face was lost
Now it's a thing of the past
So i'll just ride on
Fueling up the bus till Babylon
All the pretty girls are dead and gone
And just a thing of the past
I finally met a girl near Lafayette
With an automatic weapon pointed at my head
She said "it's you or me baby"
And I do regret
That she's a thing of the past
Now i'm riding in a burn bus made of scrap
Ripping through the desert like mad max
Automatic weapon sitting on my lap
Dude, im a thing of the past
So i'll just ride on
Fueling up the bus till Babylon
All the pretty girls are dead and gone
And just a thing of the past
From the Malibu shores of broken gla**
To the self sustained south new jersey gra**
There's a loneliness clapping down a second land
Only things of the past
There's a small child crying in a field somewhere
Tugging at a tuft of her mothers hair
Looking on a world that's dark but there
It's a thing of the past
So i'll just ride on
Fueling up the bus till Babylon
All the pretty girls are dead and gone
And just a thing of the past
So i'll just ride on
Humming on a verse of a dealers song
Till every drop of gasoline is gone
And i'm a thing of the past
Yeah I'm a thing of the past
Yeah i'm at thing, I'm a thing of the past