Looking for the Jackalope Songtext
von Laika

The country′s dreaming a sigh of stars
A pitcher's baby from a buzzard′s egg
American fortune seeker's west coast girl
To the southern forgetters, there's something wrong

I′m panning for hope in a junk-sick river
Trying to find the other two bits of my dollar
Down fault lines and phone lines
On every breath of every dawn, there′s something wrong


The prairie's baying, the vultures chime
The whippoorwill sails on a lonesome call
From the twilight to the horizon, there′s something wrong

I'm looking for the jackalope in a burnt out car
In the dirt behind a daydream
Through a window pane on a blackened building, there′s something wrong

And the click clack click clack of the freight train goes
This and that and this and that
This and that and this and that
'Til your ears are ringing and your vision is clouded