Well I went down to the liquor store to see if there was something I could drink Well I bought myself a bottle and I poured it down my own kitchen sink Well I went down to the record store to see if there was something I could sing I said "I only know a couple chords but maybe you could help me" They said "we ain't got what you're looking for, in fact I think we're closing" Well go on and wipe those subtle curves and hope to God that paint don't chip Well go on and tell yourselves you'll live forever; your lives won't end An outline of a white guitar with music notes behind it I put a cole into your paper heart, I took a drag and I smoked it Well I went down to the library to find myself a book As I sat down to read it I saw my heart unhook It had a picture of you inside When I looked at it, I damn near cried 'Cause I know you're closing and I know you're not coming back now