It makes you feel tall
horizons on all sides
moving to the west
the sunset as our guide

i remember the polish bar
where every third beer was free
the drunken cop gives the evil eye
but the bartender vouches for me

my friend i was wrong
i admit it
i was wrong
how can i go back?
the bridges are all burned

so sorry
simply sorry
mister grumpy scowler
i took a half-assed stab
and then i ran
i ran again

panavision dreams
i’m taller than I am
re-enforce the seams
we’re going
to be straining them
— bob read