I’m California bound    I can hardly wait to lay my beach towel out    The sky is closing in    I can feel the future on my skin    Glistening like a horse    shining like a city of quartz       Running out of phase    The desert and the microwaves    A siren and a whore    in the echo of the last good war    On the air tonight    On the air tonight       Your voice is nothing against the noise of the engine grinding out that summer line    Coast in slow over Reno, the Diablos    I can almost see the waves break on the dial       When the last flight touches down    When the immigrants have kissed the ground    When your legs are tucked away    and the colourful has turned to beige    Stand glistening like a horse    Shining like a city of quartz