Foghorn

by Matthew Welde

a sunset rides a horse

a farmer holds a nail

a pyramid draws a square

it's been real nice talking

fly on through

it's an illusion

fly on through

 

the red light takes the cake

and the down one-ups the out

and the smoke sounds like a foghorn

it's sure nice talking

fly on through

it's an illusion

fly on through

 

in the morning when we come through

it don't matter where you're from

cause the beat goes on forever

 

fly on though

it's an illusion

fly on through