E.s.t.

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