Cake And July

Where did July go
Is it under my pillow?
How did I get here?
Did I sleep through it all?
Behind the curtain
Nothing lies certain, no nothing at all
Where did the cake go?
Has it come with July
Faster than the speed of tractors and cars
On route 66, it’s empty and clean
But not so pristine
It’s too hard to rest now
It’s 3 in the morning I hope I can get me a free ride
And the road is a long one
But it’s full of noise and the fly over the shapes
Golden breast
At 4:58 the sun stroke the ___ sky
But there was no sign of breaking
Behind the faces and anticipation