If you're feeling low, then give it a go You know when you're doing a song about a small town I'll try Lambert's sniffing salts today You get it started with a cliché, you know what I'm saying? Lie Uh, time moves a little slower here The paint fills cause the summer's here exclusive here And when you were near, no way you would know of Locals here ride, they show up just to show off Or men take a load off, just to watch the day go by Philosophize them with their friends like they're Plato They prophesize on the bench by the main road, right? They gotta fight some, like, hey, I'm with you, say so, guys But what do they know? Fox News got them lit They're shook, it's fundamentalist, the new communist A girl with a shopping list, clutch her hand back close I'm like, damn, man, then it's all backhands jokes Cause I'm a gentleman, but then again, most of us are First name basis in the bank, the post office The bar, the grocery, the park So lady, I ain't trying to grab your pension The old man on the bench, homie Direct from the transistor radio in your lounge room It's the entertainment that the whole family can enjoy Well, I say, looking slick will do the trick So try Barry's Brew Creek today We're living in the days when everybody's saying What a time to be alive But I'm feeling out of place like I'm living out of space Cause it seems I'm stuck in time It's like we ride through life Ride in the shadow of the cold And it gets so quiet at night Like, martial law took a whole job, derivative act Time moves a little slower here A day feels like a week, a week, it feels like it could go a year And we know we're near, nothing, man, it's so true I don't tell them where I'm from, I tell them where I'm close to And I could go through an atlas and show you on a map But you'd still look at me sideways and treat me like I'm backwards But that's just fine, it so happens I'm happy living in a city that is trapped in time While you're lined up in traffic I'm not panicked by transit I'm back in time For a TV dinner around an early night Cause we get dressed to travel, got an early flight Been doing laps of the earth, we're doing laps of the sun Trying to put where I'm at on a map Cause where I'm from, we never get a mention But all that and then some Once again, the old men on the bench And across the country they came in waves Of thousands upon thousands of flying discs Descending from the planet Mars For the closest shave, try a Wilson's razor today Well, let's go, let's go We're living in the days when everybody's saying What a time to be alive But I'm feeling out of place like I'm living out of space Cause it seems I'm stuck in time It's like we rise to life Right, in the shadow of the cold war And death's a quiet night Life, my store took a hold, you're 55 Where we go, where we go This will always be home, no matter Where we go, where we go This will always be home, no matter Where we go, where we go This will always be home, no matter Where we go, where we go This will always be home If you can't beat the summer heat Then what you need is a Wardell's Wardell refrigerators, the cooler choice The dieting revolution taking the world by Well, Montaigne, let's go We're living in the days when everybody's saying What a time to be alive But I'm feeling out of place like I'm living out of space Cause it seems I'm stuck in time It's like we rise to life Right, in the shadow of the cold war And death's a quiet night Life, my store took a hold, you're 55