South of Reality

Lafawnduh's going to take us to the place

Where we can stand, stare out into space

Cardboard goggles propped before our eyes

Sunburned faces gazin' to the skies

Pops says it's like watchin' dryin' paint

We're impressed, but obviously he ain't

Not really his idea of fun

Waitin' for the moon to shield the sun

South of the path of totality

South of the path of totality

When Shiner was just a mini boy

His science teacher thought he might enjoy

A shadowbox of empty Captain Crunch

S he could watch the eclipse after lunch

Standing out on the Snake Canyon rim

He's staring up, and she's staring at him

Wonderin' where his mind has run

Waitin' for the moon to shield the sun

South of the path of totality

South of the path of totality

It's getting dimmer, a chill is in the air

Baffled flies are buzzin' everywhere

Armed with his plastic swatter sword

Pops battles, so he won't be bored

The Cheshire Cat dodges behind the moon

An eerie haze glooms the afternoon

Lafawnduh's primed and ready for her run

As the moon chases away the sun

South of the path of totality