GREATEST HITSI’m blowin’ notes streetside in a horn section Blown garbage and coppered boots all gone tangling. You’re Bixby’s Bridge above Kerouac’s canyon. Way above the ruts in your trending fashion You’ve been playin’ me your greatest hits. But I need from you something ordinary (Like) Falling vacant down a slip What capture’s me is the fragmentary - humanityYou’re all coiff n pressed jeans uber-reachingGripping to a scene and about it beseechingYou’re jetting over Miller’s Big Sur resident shackHistory is nothing but a scratch on your backYou’ve been playin’ me your greatest hits. . . But I need from you something ordinary (Like) A eureka moment guilt trip What capture’s me is the fragmentary – humanityWhat was I just a birthright the right side of the tracksBut egalitarian ideas caught you in a trapTrying to show a social conscience don’t come naturallySuch a handbrake on life’s beckoning verdant tapestryYou’ve been playin’ me your greatest hits. . . You’ve been playin’ me your greatest hits. . .