Baby's busy hiding in the bassinet   wonderin' if the third world war started yet   I told her I was pulling up and heading west   she said she would have come but she was overdressed   so I sent a picture postcard of a midwest bank   she wrote me that she showed it to her new friend Frank    who noticed in a window on the 19th floor   a guy my age about to prove that man can't soar   and he would also like to know   if I could just check around before I left this town   for slow-mo footage of the tumble down so   This may not be my best day   but this ain't no golden age   You looked pretty on the freeway   let's drive into the brave new world.      A van pulls up and someone offers me a ride   the driver lost the map and he was terrified   everybody whispering to save his pride say   "son would you be kind enough to be our guide?"   The driver yells "the one in back already tried,   but his memory is rusty and his vision tied."   glasses and a lubricant were by his side but   the tin man was inanimate, the lion lied   They did not want to see me go   but I did not want to be another muskateer   plus the gas runs out before the van's in gear    Please don't hit me if I do say   but this ain't no golden age   You looked so pretty on the freeway   let's drive into the brave new world...      Buster and his company look good in black   they're looking for a way out of the cul-de-sac   tearing through the phone book and the almanac   they all have dusty noses 'cause they sniff shellac   they finally found the number of a matador   who rode up in a Beemer with a pricey whore   but Buster wasn't quick enough   he'd lock the door   and rode off sayin' he'd be back before the war   by then the night was falling slow   and I did not want to stick around and just look old   when I saw you pulling onto my soft shoulder      This may not be my best day   but this ain't no golden age   You looked pretty on the freeway   let's drive into the brave new world.