lyrics to a country western

I ate a can of hot dogs sitting on the top floor of the cancer treatment center in Provo
I read the local paper saw the headlines 20 000 dead Sri Lankans missionaries go home
I watched a corner of the earth felt the sun felt the wind felt the emptiness of the canyon
Could have been the air or the AC only if if the windows seal me in from the mountains
Glass eyes bald heads I stand in line for taco salads feeding myself like an animal
I could have watched the parking deck cowboys roll their trucks like sardines in olive oil
The West America's nothing like the place we read about in books from the public library
On a mountain top a heaven huge eye bleak white watches birds flying away from me
Empty pages of string thin fields struggle like magazines stolen from the barber shop
While store bought pancake batter thick hot dreams burn like Indian nickles on the griddletop
Who knows if the stores carry cigarettes or beer or porno videos or long underwear
I put some gas in the car but the man at the pump wouldn't switch off his soldier stare
So I cooked chicken cooked grits green beans broccoli cabbage patch kids in the backseat
While skinny white boys chased in the streets after thin white girls wearing soccer cleats or just bare feet
Your jersey mind doesnt help me orient the misdirection of the big sky or the clouds in the sky
Driving on these roads seems like driving in a paved desert no direction no radio no tonguetie
So biting on the wheel of the wheelchair like a patient in the dialysis chamber waiting room
I hear your voice echo like an enema through the empty hallways cause I love you
AM couldn't tell a story fast enough out of range kicking back against the turnpike
Easter Sunday would have been my luck but the son left some candy in my ash tray try if I'd like
Coming hom for Christmas gonna bring the girls gonna see if she makes it through the sermon
Calling all cars calling Mom calling old folks at the old folks home who don't remember anyone