Negatives from Wives' Tales by Illustrated Manual

I got an old book, it’s never been opened
And it looks the way it did the day I bought it
Along with negatives that I’ll never develop
Forever rolled up in their plastic canisters

Oh

Another night another year
And I’m still sitting here behind this steering wheel
Watching the plains turn into corn fields and white mountain ranges
But I feel the same just

Oh

Like a traveling painting the scenery’s changing
But I have stayed the same
For centuries counting
Dried oil on cotton
Hanging on a peg

Take me down, set me on fire
Free me from this molding frame
And I’ll dance in the air alive for a moment
And then gone in the next

Mmmm

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