baby s busy hiding in the bassinet wonderin if the third world war started yet i told her i was pulling up and heading west she said she would have come but she was overdressed i sent a picture postcard of a midwest bank she wrote me that she showed it to her new friend frank who noticed in the window of the 19th floor a guy my age about to prove that man can t soar he would also like to know if i could just check around before i left this town for slow mo footage of the tumbledown so this may not be my best day but this ain t no golden age you looked pretty on the freeway let s drive into the brave new world a van pulled up and someone offered me a ride the driver lost the map but he was terrified everybody whispering to save his pride said son would you be kind enough to be our guide the driver yelled the one in back already tried his memory is rusty and his vision tied glasses and a lubricant were by his side but the tin man was inanimate the lion lied did not want to see me go but i did not want to be another musketeer cause the gas runs out before the van s in gear please don t hit me if i do say but this ain t no golden age and you looked so pretty on the freeway let s drive into the brave new world buster and his company look good in black they re looking for a way out of the cul de sac tearing through the phone book and the almanac they all have dusty noses cause they sniff shellac finally found the number of a matador who rode up in a beemer with a pricey whore but buster wasn t quick enough he d lock the door and rode off sayin he d be back before the war by then the night was falling slow and i did not want to stick around and just look old when i saw you pulling onto my soft shoulder this may not be my best day but this ain t no golden age you looked pretty on the freeway let s drive into the brave new world please don t hit me if i do say but this ain t no golden age and you looked so pretty on the freeway let s drive into the brave new world