The skyline like a stale pepsi cola 
The western place, the wilds of nowehre 
Smoke stacks coughing up clouds 
A siren out on the asthma town 
She’s in the graveyard getting high 
Some old fling with jealous thighs 
Cruid oil and cruel lovers 
Fools gold for a prairie summer 
You can’t fake it for long, You can’t fake it. 
The days are rusting like that mustang you keep up on blocks 
Cursed in church, prayed for rain 
Burning diesel while you wait on trains 
Another crop circle mystery 
I saw your name in the mercury 
Chemical nights and mineral rights 
Air dums and chine whites 
Playing roulette with a loaded girl 
They say that love is a barn on fire 
You can’t fake it for long, You can’t fake it. 
The days are wasted like the foreman belly up at the bar 
I don’t think it was that drink she nursed 
It must’ve been that mickey in her purse 
Make up smudged like a prison tattoo 
They carried her out like Christ on the cross 
Every love story is a ghost story 
How do we sleepy when our barns are burning? 
You can’t fake it for long, You can’t fake it. 
Your days are numbered like that beast 
Your days are burned out like those kids hanging out behind the mall