It's not that I don't want to walk you all the way tonight
I've got this thing in the morning, alright?
I want to be rested, need to look sharp
Get a better version of myself to show
The one you said you liked so much
A few nights ago
Here's five bucks, take a taxi or
Spend it on an ice cream cone
Something sweet like you,
but you're gonna have to eat alone
I gotta find something decent to wear
All my crap's so old, I swear
This eye twitch came from nowhere
Makes me look jumpy and scared
Like I need a fix
Like I get my kicks
Touring with Styx
So I can get chicks
Damn these ticks
I've got to get out my Schick and shave
I'm working on a way
To get us out of here
They'll all show up one day
And we'll be gone shifting gears
You can't get nothing here but old
we're gonna turn rust into gold
It might seem like we're doomed to stay
But I'm working on a way
What do you mean? We make love plenty
It's just not as urgent
Could you say it a little louder
I don't think that guy in the semi heard you
While we're on the subject
I had another dream about
How I get so far up there
And can't find my way back out
When I finally do
I have one less particular
And guys, you know, we like things big
If only just vehicular
You s** for saying I'll never change
And I s** for never changing
I'm working on a way to get us out of here
They'll all show up one day
And we'll be gone shifting gears
You can't get nothing here but old
We're gonna turn rust into gold
It might seem like we're doomed to stay
Well, I'm working on a way
I like those bluegra** licks
I'm crazy about the way they sing
I love it when the banjo picks that
dingdikadingdikadingding
Hey come here, look at this map
Maybe we'll head toward Blue Ridge
Somewhere South like that
Where Billie Jo jumped off that bridge
Did they figure that one out
I think it was suicide
It'll feel so good when we can ride ride ride
I always think it's nice down there
The trees and the sky so big
Then I get this picture of Ned Beatty
Squealing like a pig
I'm working on a way
To get us out of here
They'll all show up one day
And we'll be gone shifting gears
You can't get nothing here but old
But we're gonna turn rust into gold
It might seem like we're doomed to stay
But I'm working on a way
(repeat)
dan rieser…drums
paul ossola…upright ba**
antoine silverman…violin
riley mcmahon…el. guitar
kenny white…piano