Where did July go? Is it under my pillow?
How did I get here? Did I sleep through it all?
Behind the curtain, nothing lies certain
No, nothing at all

Where did the cake go? Has it gone with July?
Faster than the speed of tractors and cars
On route 66, it's empty and clean
But not so pristine

It's too hard to rest now
It's 3:00 in the morning, I hope I can get me a free ride
And the road is a long one
But it's full of noise and the fly over the shapes
Golden breast

At 4:58 the sun stroke the canvas of sky
But there was no sign of breaking the great clouds up high
Behind the faces and anticipation
Like morning vacation

Where did July go? Is it under my pillow?
How did I get here? Did I sleep through it all?
And behind the curtain, nothing lies certain
No, nothing at all
It's too cold to stay now
It's 6:00 in the morning
Making shapes in the golden west

And where did July go? Is it under my pillow?
How did I get here? Did I sleep through it all?
And behind the curtain, nothing lies certain
No, nothing at all

And the years disappear
Between somewhere and the west