Sunday Under Glass - Beulah

The scenery rides by just like floats lost in a parade

Where the palms and tumbleweeds sail

Right past the homes they stretch and they fade

Rolling like movie credits far beneath the clear skies

How wary does the West carry?

So many sights, yeah, let’s see the sights

Slow prayers with no answers

Must go somewhere, fall away

And the Wild West is a slow pan

And the sunshine is fake

And the ocean is just painted

On a backdrop downtown

The miniature sprawls blur from the set lights and the heat

Where the summer’s path with charades

Right where the sidewalks crack and they meet

Just like a sad, sad actress right before her last scene

How wary does the West carry?

So many sights, yeah, let’s see the sights

Slow prayers with no answers

Must go somewhere, fall away

And the Wild West is a slow pan

And the sunshine is fake

And the ocean is just painted

On a backdrop somewhere downtown