The scenery rides by   just like floats lost in a parade   where the palms and tumbleweeds sail   right past the homes they stretch and they fade   rolling like movie credits   far beneath the clear skies      How wary does the West carry   so many sights -- yeah, let's see the sights!   Slow prayers with no answers   must go somewhere   Fall away      And the Wild West is a slow pan   and the sunshine is fake   and the ocean is just painted   on a backdrop downtown      The miniature sprawls blur   from the set lights and the heat   where the summer's path with charades   right where the sidewalks crack and they meet   just like a sad, sad actress   right before her last scene      How wary does the West carry   so many sights -- yeah, let's see the sights!   Slow prayers with no answers   must go somewhere   Fall away      And the Wild West is a slow pan   and the sunshine is fake   and the ocean is just painted   on a backdrop   somewhere   downtown