Eastern Standards in the Wild West lyrics

I can feel the cold glass

of those lobby doors on my fingers

The way the wind made them heavy

and the air-conditioning hit me

Now with revelations

Multiple visions

Painters and misfits camping out in the lobby

Tales of innocence with high doses of interference

Hey Stanley, where's Victor?

I don't have the money yet

The past is the present tense

Not sure if it's Eastern Standard

Not sure if it's the Wild West