show me how it's done
you're a salesman's son
go down to the end of your street
and melt into the star spangled night
catch a first class flight
they'll take you to the edge of the world
it's flatter than the maps that they draw
when they own the law
they'll trust you to the young
like they wish they were
cause they've been there, they know you
they like your kind
they'll teach you who you are
and they'll sell it to yourself
somewhere south of your neighborhood
there's a chemical flavor
not so far from the hotel
the scenery is bringing you down
somewhere south of your borderline
get your father the orders
like an ancient explorer
they recognized your eyes
and you still don't know why
when you see me wave
don't wave back
i might not feel the need
to explain what i need
it's a dangerous affair
but if I had the chance
i'd get you at the edge of the world
it's stranger than the stories you choose
for the evening news
i never hear your name
cause you write it all yourself
at the edge of the world
it's a job done well
they'll shoot you for a look
inside your shiny plastic shell
somewhere south of your neighborhood
there's a chemical flavor
not so far from the hotel
your radio is casting a spell
somewhere south of your borderline
get your father the orders
like an ancient explorer
they recognized your eyes
and you still don't know why
