Wait and see what tomorrow brings Sundown in the Paris of prairies Wheat kings have all treasures buried And you hear are rusty breezes Pushing around weathervane Jesus His Zippo lighter he sees killer's face Maybe it's someone standing a place Twenty years for nothing well that's nothing new Besides no one's interested something didn't do and pretty things Let's just see what morning brings There's dream dreams where high school's dead stark It's museum we're locked up it after dark The walls lined yellow grey sinister Hung with pictures our parents' prime ministers