Late-Century Dream

Well you never did like the way the road stretched out
 Never knowing where all these oiley black threads are tied
 Under the lights of a spaceship landed
 On the ice of a curve unsanded
 There's a clover leaf
 That'll wreck your life
 And everybody lives in a knot
 Everybody lives in a knot
 Everybody's trying to make space around what they think they've got
 Everybody lives in a knot
 Everybody lives in a knot
 Everybody's trying to make space around what they think they've got
 It was never better
 It was never any better
 But a nation is not soothed
 When they tell her
 And the doctors all look shocked
 But everybody grows up weened on some sick late century dream
 Or the happy face on a shirt smiling