Fax Machine Astronautalis

Everyone's called off the searches
Faces that nobody knows
The devil is hiding in churches

The sun has burned my eyes
Got me making that face again
I'm driving my dented car in donuts
Listening to that same old mixtape, my friend

The one that starts and ends
With odds and ends and a dumb dance song
As a troubled name with a subtle way
Is saying that she thinks that I'm handsome

As shuttles crash and buildings fall
And diseases fly on airplanes
I wonder where the romance has gone
Peter, Dan, and Tom got us by the purse strings

I want to build you a house
In the country, with the son of Michael Landon
But I want to protect my couch
And my collection of rusty handguns

It's as tough as nails, as tough as tigers
As tough as tricky shots
But I believe the dreams of my father
It's the only dreams that I've got