R.E.M. - Little America lyrics

I can't see myself at thirty
I don't buy a lacquered thirty
Caught like flies, preserved
For tomorrow's jewelry, again
Lighted in the amber yard
A green shellback, green shellback
Preserved for tomorrow's eyes
In a tree beer tar-black br'er sap

The biggest wagon is the empty
Wagon is the noisiest
The consul, a horse, Jefferson
I think we're lost

Who will tend the farm museums?
Who will dust today's belongings?
Who will sweep the floor
Hedging near the givens?
Rally 'round your leaders
It's the mediator season
Diane is on the beach
Do you realize the life she's led?

The biggest wagon is the empty
Wagon is the noisiest
The consul, a horse, oh man
I think we're lost

The biggest wagon is the empty
Wagon is the noisiest
A matter, of course, Jefferson, drive it
(turn around)

Lighted in the amber yard
A green shellback, green shellback
Skylight, sty-tied, Nero pie-tied
In a tree tar-black br'er sap
Reason has harnessed the tame, a lodging
Not stockader's game
Another Greenville, another Magic Mart
Jeffers, grab your fiddle

The biggest wagon is the empty
Wagon is the noisiest
The consul, a horse, Jefferson
I think we're lost
The biggest wagon is the empty
Wagon is the noisiest
The consul, a horse, Jefferson
I think we're lost lost