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