Fair to Midland

Mountains of molehills, A grapevine in my ear. Spots on the tiger, While the townspeople gather to hear, While the nest in my hand starves for ever. Sticklers for cheap fun, You oughta be ashamed, To trade in your heirlooms, For an all day black mark

Take a little dive into the shallow or spy what do you see? I see the tortoise and the hare in a rat-race and it fits like a glove under my sleeve, Just wait 'till then. Their heads are the heaviest in operation, He has still not lost imagination. Yo

What dreams splendidly weaved from an atom bomb Retrieved from a teleprompter. Practical, you are not, Cause you break the ice with a cotton swab. A fever can cool us off, a handshake is a contact sport. No one was waiting to throw out the pilot. We'

If you're keeping score then you're bound to win, A birds eye view of a burning bridge, You've gone through ghost towns settle past, Hoping the risk was worth a cause, Oh, sound off the false alarm, But I'll make my own colleague from wood and from i

Let me introduce you to a pair that strikes crude oil But I see pyrite It is the same old pattern - the goose that feeds the gander They choose to act, but not I Planting the seeds you sow is easier than closing your eyes Let's go outside and it migh

What dreams, Splendidly weaved from an atom bomb, Retrieved from a teleprompt. Practical, you are not. What dreams, You break the ice with a cotton swab, A fever that cools us off. A handshake's a contact sport. No one was waiting to throw out the pi