Paroles de Veneer

Thirteen miles on 31 are drying
All along adopt-a-highway lay the empty cans of masquerade
Thirteen miles on 31 are drying
The sky is lavender with ivory clouds that threaten drops of finger-paints
And puddle jumping children clad
In yellow raincoats splash the deeper purple of veneer

Rows and rows of animals
Their shiver skin is painted different shades
And from grazing tainted grass
Their teeth are stained the incandescent green
Indifferent they watch the rainfall
Steady blend their spots and run their stripes of veneer

Lovely ladies strip themselves of furs the winds require
Lovely ladies bathe themselves in technicolor mire
Lovely gentleman

At 85 on 31 i'm flying
Flying

Indifferent they watch the rainfall
Steady blend their spots and run their stripes
Indifferent they watch the rainfall
Steady blend their spots and run their stripes

Indifferent they watch the rainfall
Steady blend their spots and run their stripes
Indifferent they watch the rainfall
Steady blend their spots and run their stripes

Indifferent they watch the rainfall
Steady blend their spots and run their stripes