She planned her getaway

On a sequence of cards and her palm

Hoping the traffic would be aligned with the planets

She sped fast down the freeway

A chrome colored car

Her skin ash gray

Trying to outrace the sun

Trying to outrace

Murderous moods

She plotted for days

Foiled attempts were made

In this town

Where housewives play with their knives

And study their husband's necks at night

She could've been more than

A sunburned socialite in training

She powdered her face

So the lens would find no trace

Of lonely days lost

Of lonely days

A passport and a new face

Trade silhouettes

As the palms pirouette

And the clouds gain strength

Tomorrow it will rain here

Tomorrow she will float away

Like a ghost

Smoke and mirrors

Just disappear

Blame it on the weather

Blame it on the Berlin Wall

Or those angels

Or those stars with their razor wire

Cool winds blow in

The skies will open

But it won't last

Your pictures and postcards

Are fading fast

Hold 'em to your chest and pray

Pray that you will catch a wave

And escape this con man's dirty bath today

I found

The streets are bleached blonde

Synthetic and mean

They lack modesty

In every way

Tomorrow it will rain here

Tomorrow she will float away

Like a ghost

Smoke and mirrors

Just disappear

Blame it on the weather

Blame it on the Berlin Wall

Or these angels

Or these scars from the razor wire