We came into this slip road Picking up a billow in clouded dust Down on Sunset and Vine They’re counting all their money on an abacus I dived down to the bottom of the lake Where the pressure was breaking my bones I never felt so far from home You’re more than a pocket full With the glamour and prestige in America Such a well-worn cliche Now I’m looking back in out of this pa**enger [?] space cake Climbing in rehab and the rest of us Parachuting gold mine A fortune undiscovered to the west of us Black car on a dirt road Picking up kids with the stars in her eyes Good thing I don’t need a ride You’re more than a pocket full With the glamour and prestige in America Such a well-worn cliche Now I’m looking back in out of this pa**enger So what are you waiting for All that glamour and prestige Whatever you’re waiting for Now I’m looking back in out of this pa**enger Why’d you leave me this way All that glamour and prestige Such a well-worn cliche