Billboards

Hey Jesse, how's New York? I've never been
The winters get too cold, my body all too thin.
Is it still a folk town? Like in the sixties...
Bob Dylan, Greenwich Village, Carole King.
Now there's Suzanne on the rooftops... listen to her sing.
Choke the sun out of the sky, barb wire on a freeway sign,
Here the gas gets cheaper than water and love is thin with compromise.
I know a story about a garden long ago, then Adam bought a gun,
Eve ran the factory, poured acid in the stream, they had a couple of kids...
One of 'em started a war.
We're all on the same fragile brink,
Learned from the billboards not to smoke and how to drink.
Hail my pepsi generation, kill your televisions
It's the right thing baby, now you're sitting in the dark.
We were all just looking for some kind of revolution
But we never found a space to park.
I thought I saw Damien Jurado on the cover of a romance novel
Tansy goes outside to play, she's a garden girl
She lies backside in the dirt
Watching all the world, earth side down.
Where's your brother, with your mom?
There's your dad in his chair watching clouds
Jesus is your friend when you stay a child
When you stay a child