Mea Culpa Cabana
Tom May
I can't seem to find my way
Or too much on embracing a shadow
Setting screen brings the dusk I remember
Advertising the epic pretenders
Struck gold
Or was it never any more than a joke
I can tell from the backs of my eyelids
Who's a liar and who's clever
When it all boils down to it's presentation
Clean wisdom from a lack of commercials
Past loves and awful decisions
Do one thing and say another while
Degenerating in an endless summer
Where it rains everyday
Where the food is scarce and the nectar is plenty
You'll find me
Where the looks are cheap and the talk is heavy
You'll find me out
Don't find me out
Don't find me out