South of Reality

Lafawnduh’s going to take us to the place
Where we can stand and stare out into space
Cardboard goggles propped before our eyes
Sunburned faces gazing to the skies
Pops says it’s like watching drying paint
We’re impressed but obviously he ain’t
Not really his idea of fun
Waiting for the moon to shield the sun
South of the path… of totality
South of the path… of totality
When Shiner was just a mini boy
His science teacher thought he might enjoy
A shadowbox of empty Captain Crunch
So he could watch the eclipse after lunch
Standing out on the Snake Canyon’s rim
Wondering where his mind has run
Waiting for the moon to shield the sun
South of the path… of totality
South of the path… of totality
It’s getting dimmer, a chill is in the air
Baffled flies are buzzing everywhere
Armed with his plastic swatter sword
Pops battles so he won’t be bored
The Cheshire Cat dodges behind the moon
An eerie haze glooms the afternoon
Lafawnduh’s primed and ready for her run
As the moon chases away the sun
South of the path… of totality