Frozen out of focus
The Sunday crowd
Started dreaming of television turned up too loud

Coded conversation half baked and tired
Left us sleepy on blacktops burning the motor mile

And underneath the arcade
Details collide
There's good shopping but all those patrons have too much style
And moving in slow motion the boulevard
Started seething with hip, half-ravers in techno bars

Dead ends lie along the neon sky
All speeding past
Collide and crashing
I'm in paradise

Sealed in concentration the lantern lights
Started shrinking on dead men drinking white liquor wine
And iced with complication the methane gas
Started leaking on bastards burning half red and black

We can ride along in perfect time
All speeding past
Collide and crashing
I'm in paradise

And standing at the gates of NC state fair
I saw you smoking with all those new friends you've got to spare
And melting back in focus the Sunday crowd
Started dreaming of white trash heroes
TV's turned down

Dead ends lie along the neon sky
All speeding past
Collide and crashing
On the motor mile

We can ride along in perfect time
All dreaming of the white trash heroes
I'm in paradise