From the recording Firefly
Proud of this one too.
Sun sinking low on the high plains, I'm a jackrabbit jumping through your fields of grain
one jump ahead of that angel with the scythe, I finally know what I'm doing with my life
I'm moving along, moving along
from one real moment to another time zone
I'm a roadrunner pecking on the rattles of a snake, I just want my own little piece of the cake
running with the Joneses, running with the Smiths, running head on into the Apocolypse
Sinister satellites spinning in space, eyes on the lies and the whispers and the chase
cars on the freeway, jets in the sky, everybody's looking for a better place to die ...