Anthony Fiumano

You're on California time
Mother Nature's only child
And after all those highway miles
You took a stand

The curtain falls
You take a bow
The getaways run smoother now
Summer leaves just burn and brown
They fall so plain

So tell me baby,
What have you to gain?
This whole thing's drying up
You better pray for rain

Born at the height of youth
The sunshine,
It envies you
The sleeping never speak the truth
No false alarm

You're out in the sinking west
Wake me when the coma ends
Shake off this brush with death
The madman's comb

And somewhere else
Faces turn to stone
They could save the world
If not for telephones

I've been staying up at night
Taking flight
I’m taking flight
To where the math all works out right
It's all right
Oh, it's alright

Bets are in
The odds are stacked
Heads ache and hearts attack
Hard love,
No coming back
No closing call

Evacuation
Touch of gold
With lost hope
The merry go
Where buried treasure's bought and sold
Some place downtown

The sky is falling
Listen to the sound
All your lucky numbers
They just let you down