Garden of the Opry star Roads are filled with rusty cars Only place with blue sky Had it painted over natural light I can sleep in a Cadillac Parked in the alley with the engine running Sometimes I think I'll never go... And, the whole crew will look up to me And the whole sea of people will part To find out that part of you's fake There's no other reliable source for your heartbreak And the street name for "deaf" Is still gonna be "dead air" Flown in on an airplane Scrubby little runway Red wine and a stubby cock Sur la table, you gimp; you limp when you walk You know that I'll eat anything that's cooked I know you think I'm crazy, but I've never been thinner Soon, I'll bid you my leave And, the whole crew will look up to me And the whole sea of people will part To find out that part of you's fake That there's no other reliable source for your sauce And the street name for "deaf" Is still gonna be "dead air"