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The baby was busy hiding in the bassinet
Wondering if the Third World War started yet
I told her I was pulling up and heading west
She said she would have come but she was overdressed
I took a picture postcard of a Midwest bank
She wrote me that she showed it to her new friend Frank
Who noticed in the window of the 19th floor
A guy might eat you both up to prove that man can soar
But he would also like to know
If I could just check around before we left this town
The stone rolls further 'til it tumbles down
So this may not be my best day
But this ain't no golden age
You look pretty on the freeway
Let's drive into the brave new world
The van pulled up and someone offered me a ride
The driver lost the map but he was terrified
Everybody whispering to save his pride
Said someone to be kind enough to be our guide
But Zabielle, the one in back, already tried
His memory is rusty and his vision tired
Glasses and a lubricant were by his side
But the tinman was an animal for lying
And I did not want to see me go
But I did not want to be another musketeer
'Cause the gas runs out before the van's in gear
Please don't hit me if I do say
But this ain't no golden age
And you look so pretty on the freeway
Let's drive into the brave new world
Buster and his company look good in black
They're looking for a way out of the cul-de-sac
Tearing through the phonebook and the almanac
They all have dusty noses 'cause they sniff shellac
They finally found the number of a man at the door
Who rode up in a Beemer with a pricy whore
But Buster wasn't quick enough, he locked the door
And rode his way in either back or forward
By then the night was falling slow
And I did not want to stick around and just look old
When I saw you pulling onto my soft shoulder
This may not be my best day
But this ain't no golden age
You look pretty on the freeway
Let's drive into the brave new world
Please don't hit me if I do say
But this ain't no golden age
And you look so pretty on the freeway
Let's drive into the brave new world