Witless, humorous conversatoin
Has filled me up like an old gas station
I'm wallowing in a pool of gasoline

Self appointed sherrif of a popular ghostown
I'm open to bribes but I've arrested no one
I'm galloping to meet my bride to be
She'll woo the saloon then sing us both to sleep

But... I'm running out of time
I'm running out of time
I'm running out of time
I've run out of time

Drop dead gorgeous art history drop out
Thought of her fatherought to pay her to clear the whole shop up
She carries her cameras in hand to complete the look

Screenplay players co-writing screenplay
Cotton candy fot the eyess but cotton balls for the brain
He thinks to himself, "Thank God the bar's not too high"If You Really Want To Hear About It... lyrics
another lonely seaside town where the seasons closed it down. but if you close your eyes you can almost hear the sounds of crowds gone by. another year you'll all be here