Troubled Hubble Floribraska Lyrics

In a Pontiac 600 on a Florida side street. There's no
place like the Midwest, except the Southeast. When the
clouds hang low on a vacant beach and the roads stretch
on, endlessly. And the great facade of the Holiday Inn is
windowless at 3am, we're on camera, we're careless for
once and we'll be damned if we're not having fun, we're
on radar. We're not very far from an ocean breeze or a
field of dreams, and no one is getting any sleep. Just as
the bluffs are hills the gulf's a sea, the sky's the limit we meet. Horizons on the palms and leaves, the
waves reflect the blues and greens.. Sink or swim, drive
or die, find a coast, stay alive. A Northern source will
feed us now, but we'll all end up at the river's mouth.
You know what they say about passing ships? They're old
ladies, in leopard print. Who've lived their lives, with
telescopes. Who've made mistakes, but are now too old.