In this country of nowhere On this sphere of spheres On the 19th day of April When the full moon reappears There's a new one for the old guard It's a cautionary tale From the front porch in the backyard One last postcard in the mail From the 440 Parkway You can take the 40 West Perhaps it's best we part ways 'Til I get this off my chest We could end before it starts up But then what would be the point You think she's out but then she sparks up 'Cause she loves to rock this joint Collu-collu-collusion I've got nothing to hide 'Cept my imagination Behind tired eyes open wide Collu-collu-collusion I'm told that's what they call it down here But maybe Doug was simply bending my ear We're scheming down in dreamland Through futures black and white Our mind is crossing interstates And provinces of night Spin some southern gothic To find some northern haze Come on man, come off it Slow it down on lazy days Collu-collu-collusion Man, the fix is in Confusing this illusion Is anyone listening in? Collu-collu-collusion I'm told that's what they call it down here Counting down my 44 years ♪ One eye on the white line Between the dream and the delusion One on the horizon As we cruise into Collu-collu-collusion I heard it on the wire Blowing kisses to the misses And so it does conspire Collu-collu-collusion I guess that's what they call it down here Maybe Doug was simply bending my ear Objections in the rear view mirror May be closer than they appear