Albemarle Station

Call me from Albermarle Station if you can
 I hope you find your concentration beneath those ceiling fans
 We used to dance in this split-level ranch
 when moonlight flooded the room
 Now you're gone and the shades are all drawn
 in my air conditioned tomb
 Bad roads, bad snow, bad bridges
 could turn a once bad man religious
 if your kingdom ever comes
 you better run
 There must be a spanish word for this feeling
 the rush I get when I am stealing
 from the Dust Congress
 whose dollars and dimes
 say "in dust we trust"
 (the world is not ready for you)
 I passed an abandoned drive-in
 with ivy growing over the screen
 It was like I caught Hollywood sleeping-
 sleep without dreams
 A magic shop in Colonial Watts
 something gets pushed by the wind
 The worlds not ready
 the worlds not ready
 the chimes of rabies are ringing again
 Bad roads, bad snow, bad bridges
 could turn a once bad man religious
 if your kingdom ever comes
 you better run
 There must be a pool out behind the church
 cause he looked so cool in the back of a hearse
 After a fortnight of his trial
 all the citizens began to dress in his style
 (it's a beautiful world)