Real Estate

It’s too late it’s too soon
It’s too hard a job
Catching gold from the steeple
Melted golden bars
Had me thinking like a preacher
I was a golden dreamer
I was afraid to be here light
You won’t catch me cry
Across the screen
Let’s go back to the movies
Watch the stars fall apart
Makes the road to no-place
Seem a lot less lost
And you seem a lot less lost
I bought a beach house
The lifeguard kicked me out
Said the waves are too great
Get out of town
So I went up to Candy Mountain
To figure some shit out
Read a book about
Real estate by the lake
Real estate by the lake