Why do the leaves leave the trees in the wintertime?

Is there ever a season when they don't want to go?

I believe the little silver machines will never lie

I can also see what they'll never know

Gee, Kennedy got kicked in the ass a couple of times

For his impersonation of a crow

I was running free in the autumn breeze of cracker night

Hypnotized bugs fly in the barbecue glow

Lose yourself now and everything coming

Feels imperative

Everything in my life is coming true

Talking expected

If people take the checkered flag they wouldn't know

Feelings invented

The silver machines that stand in the shadow will spot light

They generate your head

I remember deep, penny sea, and black and white

Poets didn't move too fast and their words have grown

Now a young man I know lives and breathes on a technical high

And he really believes he is Axel Rose

The music machine is a whore you can have a million times

Dependably it makes you move too fast or slow

I'd rather be left with a rain siren sound to rationalize

Coming up the rails up the road to your bedroom show

Lose yourself now and everything coming

Feels inherited

Everything in my life is coming true

Talking expected

If people take the checkered flag they'd never know

Feelings invented

The silver machines that stand in the shadow will spot light

The generator head