[ Featuring Big Sky 12 ]
I heard you played last night at some local talent show
Dressed to impress in button leather shoes
Your long hair swept across the face of your Fender Strat
You call it perfect pop but I call it the blues
I left a friend request on your social media page
Looking back it was a pretty dumb thing to do
A finite blade cuts between the cyber and the flesh
One hundred million miles between me and you
And the world slips off axis by two degrees
Everything slides from right to left
But I'm doing my very best
Hey!!!...out here in the dark
I'm willing to bet they find etchings of you on buried cavern walls
Many years from now - long after the blast
Your long hair sweeping across the face of some Fender Strat
It never got too old - it just could not last
And the world slips off axis by two degrees
Everything slides from the left to the right
I'll have one last cherry slushy complete with cranial freeze
Just give us a kiss and let's say goodnight
And I will testify
That two degrees
Might as well be one hundred million miles
