Astrodome

Your head's on the run, but the rest of you can't come

Cause you're sitting in the parking lot just chewing on your tongue

In the morning sun, and locomotion's lost its fun

But you heard it from a man you trust to trust in the long run

And I can't say I saw it coming

Sweating stone, diamond Jesus and polished chrome

With the evening thick and heavy, breathin on your car window

And the astrodome, freeway castles and second homes

See the polyester cowboy yell into his prepaid phone