You pull up the car with flashers flashing
On and on and off
And I complain about just how far
I've got to walk with my guitar
The doorman, he won't let me in
And our fingers almost touch
As he traces and x on the back of my hand
So I can't drink with you the rest of the band
Slippery sneaker soles, they stick
To abandoned slicks of beer
That reach out to touch the carpet and cups
So it knows that something's still there
And I unknot knotted cables
As you unknot knotted thoughts
I unknot knotted cables
As you unknot knotted thoughts
About when we grow up
And singing songs won't be enough
And the way our shoulders touch
Between the amps and guitars in the back of the van
On the way home we don't talk