Between Pictures Lyrics

Pumps drunk with oil
Dance like prehistoric locusts
On the hills to LAX.
People fill their tanks in flights of fancy.
Actors waiting tables with a method they can't share.
Waiting for what's next, waitin' for the big screen in disrepair
I mean, despair
I mean, that actor standing there
Are we not all actors, and the whole wide world our stage?
Nah, some are worthy writers, with the grit to hit the page.

To be or not to be
Now just part of the heartbeat in L.A.