Between Pictures

Pumps drunk with oil Dance like prehistoric locusts on the hills to LAX People fill their tanks in flights of fancy Actors waitin' tables with a method they can't share Waitin' for what's next Waitin' for the big screen in disrepair I mean despair I mean that actor standin' there Are we not all actors and the whole wide world our stage? Nah, some are worthy writers With the grit to hit the page, to be or not be Now, just part of the heartbeat in LA