Nose on the gla** hours pa** in the back Of the only store still open in the city White flecks of light from the fish flashing by And you answer with your mouth hung open 'pretty' There's no reason to be scared I know that you're always a little scared And here you count again tonight Counting all the guts you've left inside It couldn't change a thing But I like remembering That holy scene in lonely New Orleans You so pretty next to me