Albemarle Station Silver Jews

Call me from Albemarle Station if you can
I hope you find your concentration beneath those ceiling fans
We used to dance in this split-level ranch
Moonlight flooding the room
Now you're gone and the shades are all drawn
In my air-conditioned tomb

Bad roads, bad snow, bad bridges
Could turn a once bad man religious
If thy kingdom ever comes
You better run, run, run, run

There must be a Spanish word for this feeling
The rush I get when I am stealing
From the Dust Congress
Whose dollars and dimes
Say, "In dust we trust"
Oh, yeah
The world is not ready for you

I passed an abandoned drive-in
With ivy growing over the screen
It was like I caught Hollywood sleeping
Sleep without the dreams

A magic shop in Colonial Watts
Something gets pushed by the wind
The world's not ready
The world's not ready
The chimes of rabies are ringing again