Another episode in the series
Down the mountain in late May / grass as high as a cat
Factories from the fifties / trees grown out of their stacks
There were jokes in the nightclubs / where these old trailers stand
Now the pines in the forest / give the cues to the band
Up ahead there’s a restaurant / smoked eel on the grill
A blue plate in the heyday / they still eat in here still
But they don’t talk to strangers / they just stare into space
Ancient songs on the jukebox / I saw some horses race
This is the last diner ‘til the border
It’s the last best hope / for the highest slope
Mark up your map and push it to the floor where
Every meal is free / with the scenery
In the neighboring county / they caught a lucky roll
Signed the tribe to a contract / opened up a casino
Here they just play their numbers / it’s a numbers game
And the cookie says zero / all that’s left is the name
They all looked at me closely / from a terrible woe
As if I was some producer / for a reality show
But they soon knew I only / came to screw with them too
A coke came not a malted / I can’t tell anyone what to do
This is the last diner ‘til the border
It’s the last best hope / for the interlope
Make the new old and shake off the road torpor
Every meal is free / on the company
People eating garbage / cleaning off their plate
People only smiling / at the worse off with hate
I don’t know how to help them / I am one of them too
I broke every rule to get my share / and now there’s nothing I can do
I paid in cash and I walked out / to a beautiful haze
Wanted only to get back / to my old familiar maze
Where they still have the horses / for the harness race
Thought they ran in heaven / not this broken place
This is the last diner ‘til the border
It’s the last best hope / it’s the dopest dope
Ring up your prayers and find them made to order
Every meal is free / for eternity
Here's last week's lyric done up as a song (thanks for the help, Robert)
World of Limes
