We are aimless. And the target is an empty wall. We're out of patience. With smiles that cut across her face. No complaints. But I wish I had my top of my brain. I'd like to walk. But the sun doesn't know we're awake. We're in spaceships. Take a visit to the Pyranees. Paid vacations. Send a brochure from the agency. No complaints. But my girlfriend dug a ditch in my room. Walking papers and a hole. Straight out from my shoes. No complaints. But it's harder. To believe in the truth. She'll write a message. On a billboard. And I'll send it to you. We feel painless. Check the status on the info line. In some ways tainted. Radiation from the factory. No complaints. But it's overrated that's for sure. Take a bus back. From Little Rock Arkansas. Or Modesto. That's where my drawl comes from