South of Reality

Lafawnduh's going to take us to the place

Where we can stand and stare out into space

Cardboard goggles propped before our eyes

Sunburned faces gazing to the skies

Pops says it's like watching drying paint

We're impressed but obviously he ain't

Not really his idea of fun

Waiting for the moon to shield the sun

South of the path... of totality

South of the path... of totality

When Shiner was just a mini boy

His science teacher thought he might enjoy

A shadowbox of empty Captain Crunch

So he could watch the eclipse after lunch

Standing out on the Snake Canyon's rim

Wondering where his mind has run

Waiting for the moon to shield the sun

South of the path... of totality

South of the path... of totality

It's getting dimmer, a chill is in the air

Baffled flies are buzzing everywhere

Armed with his plastic swatter sword

Pops battles so he won't be bored

The Cheshire Cat dodges behind the moon

An eerie haze glooms the afternoon

Lafawnduh's primed and ready for her run

As the moon chases away the sun

South of the path... of totality