R.E.M. - Reckoning : Little America
 

R.E.M.



Reckoning



Little America





I can't see myself at thirty, I don't buy a lacquered thirty



Caught like flies, preserved for tomorrow's jewelery, again



Lighted in the amber yard, a green shellback, green shellback



Preserved for tomorrow's eyes, in tree beer tar-black brer sap,



The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest,



The consul a horse, Jefferson I think we're lost







Who will tend the farm museums? Who will dust today's belongings?



Who will sweep the floors, hedging near the givens?



Rally round your leaders it's the mediator season



Diane is on the beach, do you realize the life she's led?



The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest,



The consul a horse, oh man I think we're lost



The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest,



A matter of course, Jefferson, Jeffer







Lighted in the amber yard, a green shellback, green shellback



Sky-lied, sty-tied, Nero pie-tied, in tree tar-black brer sap,



Reason has harnessed the tame, a lodging, not stockader's game



Another Greenville, another Magic Mart, Jeffer, grab your fiddle,



The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest,



The consul a horse, Jefferson I think we're lost



The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest,



The consul a horse, Jefferson I think we're lost