Endlessly Testo

kicking up the dust
constructing new ideals
old ones laid to rust
nothing seems so real

sliding away in a washed out delta sun

missionaries flood
my favorite AM stations
flowing in their futures
washed out in this delta rag

look the other way
pocket all the pieces
tripping up the strawhat
tumble into the wind

sliding away in a washed out delta sun
sliding away in a washed out delta sun

waving goodbye I'm not saying hello ...