Temperatures seldom get cooler
In the town of Peculiar
Humidity makes a man come undone
Out past the highway
And up in the skyway
Orange yellow lollipop sun warbles and runs
On the green there's no band
Cracked clock with no hands
A calendar without any days
Trees dance in the breeze
Dropping leaves like lost keys
Minutes scampering
Like a rat in a maze
Odd names odd places
Odd names odd faces
Lost in Peculiar
With no traces
Aimlessly wander
With nothing to ponder
Rows of houses with no address
A church with a steeple
And the mindless people
Sinners with no sins to confess
Like an eerie ghost dance
People drift in a deep trance
Looking at themselves
As they pass
And so it seems
They don't hear the screams
Or see their reflections
Pounding the glass
No gauge no ruler
For time spent in Peculiar
No smiles no laughter
The town of Peculiar
A cruel master
From a window in town
A Sentinel looks down
A dour man with a wandering eye
Older than blown sand
And clutched in his hand
A cup of black coffee
With a floating dead fly
Odd names odd places
Odd names odd faces
Lost in Peculiar
With no traces
Out past the highway
And up in the skyway
Orange yellow lollipop sun warbles and runs