E.S.T. - Val Emmich

She makes a case for lavishness

With her dinner bills

And her temper fits

She has a foreign car with a map on deck

So she never gets lost

On a single trek

And she hits the beach at least twice a week

She likes married men

And prescription treats

On a tuesday, her father called

Said he hadn’t heard

From her once that fall

And he had a fear she was pulling away

Since her mother passed

Wasn’t quite the same

And now he felt the chill through the telephone cord

He was scared to death

That he’d lose one more

Sound the alarm, get terrified

Much worse than quakes or forest fires

Last chance to make it all unwind

Get back to eastern standard time

Eastern standard time

Up to date with the fashion mags

She is well equipped

With the chicest bags

But she hasn’t made any girlfriends yet

Their all jealous of her

And the men she gets

But when whe’s alone in her king sized bed

She crawls in a ball

And her eyes get wet

Sound the alarm, get terrified

Much worse than quakes or forest fires

One wish to make it all unwind

Get back to eastern standard time

Eastern standard time

Trade beauty queens for evergreens

Trade sun & smog for snow & sleet

Trade pretty nails for stability

Trade what you want for what you need

You need lullabies, your father’s eyes

You need friends who know your middle name

You need more of love and less of pain

You need change

Sound the alarm, get terrified

Much worse than quakes or forest fires

One wish to make it all unwind

Get back to eastern standard time

Eastern standard time