Telescope

I guess it's way too late for half-assed sympathy

Or to ask if there is anything you need from me

That neglected Mississippi bridge is crumbling

And I'm stuck in Missouri squinting to see Illinois

So I'm on the banks just trying

To get my message through

But my waves and jumps

Will clearly be no help to you

And any sacrifice is worthless, that's another truth

A mile-long current separates the man from the boy

So leave, put away your telescope

Or at least point it upwards to the sky

The close-ups of my face have to be getting old

And the sun will turn to stars in a little while

The gasoline may be cheaper

And the fireworks stands linger

It's getting dark and I know that you can't swim

But there's nothing here worth crossing for

Even if you could

So leave, put away your telescope

Or at least point it upwards to the sky

The close-ups of my face have to be getting old

And the sun will turn to stars in a little while

So leave, pack up your riverboat

Be thankful that you have something that's still afloat

Maybe take the muddy back towards Murphysboro

The sun will turn to stars in a little while