Lyrics
parking your car
a rendezvous overdue at the bar
and I could say we're the same
but it would seem that you're the man to ask these days
as you
bend the truth
with a collection of stories you've hid
where do I begin?
if everyone's pulling up floorboards
listening in
you're hot shit and it seems that I'm the last to know
forced to call out my neighborhood shrink
she'll make me choose between food or a drink
sharing wives' tales
about speakeasies beside the turnpike gates
a recent problem in the Diner State
but won't you
just hear the news
you're counting on rain checks
just train wrecks
and I am sifting through
the collection of places you've been
where should I begin?
when I could be pulling up floorboards
I'm listening intently
