Citywide Rodeo

Citywide rodeo, you set on the stage Where all the clowns will go when they feel their age I know that you think you're not good for anything The world makes you feel so small Get on your wooden horse This is a ride, not a fight No need to save face, say goodnight, Grace "Good night, Grace." There's dust on the stadium seats, there's dust in your hair You wonder how fast you'll go when you hit the air And oh, isn't it strange how things can change you? And oh, isn't it plain that some things unname you So don't ask anybody else. Citywide rodeo, step into your car Look up at the indigo and pick out your star.