Peter Erchick Bicentennial Service Area Lyrics

And another minute passes and another minute passes and another minute passes

Midnight in whitest Texas, and the big black grackles shriek
Abnormal trills and glitches from each moth gut speckled beak
I'm waiting on my laundry, and I'm thinking of her feet
Her toes so long and elegant, her cuticles so neat
I've seen very pretty girls in every place I've been
I won't forget that I'm a different subject of the queen

And another minute passes and another minute passes
And another minute passes and another minute passes

If I don't know where I am, if I speak up just a little
I will soon find my position, it has been slightly belittled
I'm unstuck.

And another minute passes and another minute passes and another minute passes

Pick up a phone, a voice says we should already be gone
But there's something in the hotel room you should not look upon
And did you hear they changed the name of Garden Grove to New Saigon
The sponge comes up and I'm a sun, my friends evaporate
I've made mistakes, but it seems useless to pontificate
How many days will I be spending in this goddamn state

And another minute passes and another minute passes
And another minute passes and another minute passes

If I don't know where I am, if I speak up just a little
I will soon find my position, it has been slightly belittled
I'm unstuck.

And another minute passes
And another minute passes
And another minute catches on my clothing
And another minute sets my hair on fire
And another minute eats another minute