Camarillo

Too many lines saying something
Too many rhymes meaning nothing
I'm falling back on times when I'm sunk in
To a rhythm that I know too well

And I'm trying not to see
What I've slowly come to be
Driving fast won't set me free
Made my home in Camarillo
Made my home in Camarillo

Sunny baked hills eroding slowly
Sunny baked cars moving slowly
I'm here with all my friends and I'm lonely
They built an aqueduct through hell

And I'm trying not to see
What I've slowly come to be
Driving fast won't set me free
Made my home in Camarillo
Made my home in Camarillo

Yeah, yeah, yeah, Camarillo

Catepillers crawling on the fault line
Spinning out a steel and concrete sky line
Oil and water, mixing on the main line
Going to ride this for all it's worth

And I'm trying not to see
What I've slowly come to be
Driving fast won't set me free
Made my home in Camarillo
Made my home in Camarillo

Lyrics by Joel Lindsay, Copyright 2007. All rights reserved.

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