Everything’ll Be Better

gonna get out of Casper … and go to Cheyenne
and everything will be better
she’s gonna move down to Denver ∙ find an other man
and everything’ll be better
he’s gonna head to Sedona ∙ become a fireman
and everything’ll be better

hanging out in the saloon ∙ making grandiose claims
with the local denizenry ∙ man i barely know their names (i never even asked em)
we’re all just ambulating anthropoids with mouths that won’t stop flapping
bout our lofty goals and hopeless dreams ain’t never gonna happen

bet the barflies are cooler in Cheyenne
and everything will be better

i’m gonna go to astronaut school ∙ maybe fly to Mars
or Jupiter or Io or somewhere in the stars
and everything will be better

i’m gonna build a biofuel race car out of mostly recycled materials
and break records in Mojave then learn that fame is ethereal
and everything will be better

i was interested in science and ecology
i was looking into anthropogeomorphology
or even biogeocoenology

but who has the time
so i’m stacking boxes at the five-and-dime
yeah who has the time
i’m taking inventory at the five-and-dime
and taking stock of myself… nope, nothin.

i’m gonna find a priceless fossil ∙ of an unknown dinosaur’s nostril
and everything will be better

i’m gonna invent a new condiment ∙ that people love on their fries
i’ll name it after myself ∙ so everyone orders me on the side
and everything will be better

ima high plains chillin ∙ watch this doobie burn
there’s so much i want to do ∙ so much i want to learn

but who has the time
so i’m stacking boxes at the five and dime
who has the time
i’m takin inventory at the five and dime
and nothing ever gets better

gonna get out of this stupid town, move to insert-city-here
and everything will be better