Peter Buck - Little America lyrics

[Verse 1] I can't see myself at thirty, I don't buy a lacquered thirty Caught like flies, preserved for tomorrow's j**elry, again Lighted in the amber yard, a green shellback, green shellback Preserved for tomorrow's eyes, in a tree beer tar-black br'er sap [Chorus] The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest The consul a horse, Jefferson, I think we're lost [Verse 2] Who will tend the farm museums, who will dust today's belongings Who will sweep the floor, hedging near the givens Rally round your leaders it's the mediator season Diane is on the beach, do you realize the life she's led [Chorus] [Verse 3] Lighted in the amber yard, a green shellback, green shellback Skylight, sty-tied, Nero pie-tied, in a tree tar-black br'er sap Reason has harnessed the tame, a lodging, not stockader's game Another Greenville, another Magic Mart, Jeffer, grab your fiddle [Chorus]