Big Red Sun

She's left holding the reins
 Sullen and embarrassed
 She drives the bridal carriage now
 She's gained only his name
 And promises left rusting on suburban lawns
 And from his chair he stares at walls
 And withdraws into his dream-life
 She has accepted her fate
 Brokenly discarding a Better Homes and Gardens
 She heaves domesticity's weight
 On bones that ache from shouldering the load alone
 'Cause she could never make a home in the world
 Behind his dazed eyes
 So she complains he never spent
 A single minute in this world
 Cause he prefers the one inside his head
 And all the while he's never heard a word she's said
 Here is the power of dreaming
 And here is the lonely call "come home"
 Dig me I'm a jet-fuel stunt-car
 McQueen and Knievel and son all rolled into one
 Big red sun imploding