Well, I'm lost I'm afraid Rope tying down a leaky boat To the roof of a car on a road in the dark and it's snowing If I'm more then it means less Last call for happiness I'm your dress near the back of your knees and your slip is showing I'm a float in a summer parade Up the street in the town that you were born in With a girl at the top wearing tulle And a Miss Somewhere sash, waving like the queen Well beauty's just another word I'm never certain how to spell Go tell the nurse to turn the TV back on Throw away my misery It never meant that much to me It never sent a get-well card.
And I'm broke, like a bad joke Somebody's uncle told at a wedding reception in 1972 Where a little boy under a table with cake in his hair Stared at the grown-up feet as they danced and swayed And his father laughed and talked on the long ride home And his mother laughed and talked on the long ride home And he thought about how everyone dies someday And when tomorrow gets here, where will yesterday be And fell asleep in his brand new winter coat
Buy me a shiny new machine that runs on lies and gasoline And all those batteries we stole from smoke alarms And disassembles my despair It never took me anywhere It never once bought me a drink
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Copy to Clipboard: Well, I'm lost I'm afraid Rope tying down a leaky boat To the roof of a car on a road in the dark and it's snowing If I'm more then it means less Last call for happiness I'm your dress near the back of your knees and your slip is showing I'm a float in a summer parade Up the street in the town that you were born in With a girl at the top wearing tulle And a Miss Somewhere sash, waving like the queen Well beauty's just another word I'm never certain how to spell Go tell the nurse to turn the TV back on Throw away my misery It never meant that much to me It never sent a get-well card.
And I'm broke, like a bad joke Somebody's uncle told at a wedding reception in 1972 Where a little boy under a table with cake in his hair Stared at the grown-up feet as they danced and swayed And his father laughed and talked on the long ride home And his mother laughed and talked on the long ride home And he thought about how everyone dies someday And when tomorrow gets here, where will yesterday be And fell asleep in his brand new winter coat
Buy me a shiny new machine that runs on lies and gasoline And all those batteries we stole from smoke alarms And disassembles my despair It never took me anywhere It never once bought me a drink
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