1. Blazing a trail to the southern cities from the streets of our hometown
Basement bars we played from the heart
in the company of our friends
You're cool and cred like Fogerty
I'm Elvis Presley in the 70’s
You're Chateauneuf, I'm Yellow Label
You're the buffet, I'm just the table
I'm a Ford Temple, you're a Maserati
You're The Great One, I'm Marty McSorley
You're the Concorde, I'm economy
We used to midnight run to The Vesta Lunch -- cheese burgers and chocolate shakes
And once I got drunk with Jeff, I told him I was in love with you
But I love you like a brother so I guess that half of it was true
I'm sure it's been said in the finer print
You make me look legitimate
You're cool and cred like Fogerty
I'm Elvis Presley in the 70's
You're the Concorde, I'm economy
2. It's complicated
Technically I'm certified
A walking declaration
Of everything I couldn't get right
Time is just an anchor
But seven years I think I'm right
And now you've changed your number
It's like a noose around my life
For every pill I took in vain
Every meal for you I made
Every penny I put away
Asking for flowers
Is like asking you to be nice
Don't tell me you're too tired
10 years I've been working nights
My life is like a picture
Left out too long in the sun
Now I'm trying to remember all the faces of the names I've loved
And all that's left of me now is a cigarette burning bright
And a fading memory of all the things I tried to get right
Every pill I took in vain
Every meal for you I made
Every plan I tried to make
Every bill I went and paid
Every card I signed my name
Every time I poured my heart out
Every threat you made to move out
Every cruel word you let just slip out
Every cruel word you let just slip out
And asking for flowers
Is like asking you to be nice
Don't tell me you're too tired
Ten years I've been working nights . . . .
3. What a surprise
Wearing your disguise on the telephone line
I know it pleased you to know I needed you and your time
You play the game
Not saying either way, but you know
Could've made it real quick
Saved me the guilt trip and just said no
Are you writing this all down?
This conversation
Alienation in your tone
I've got no clue from your point of view and your time zone
I wouldn't have asked—saved you the task—if it weren't for real
Trading a daughter
Two thousand dollars for a national steel
Are you writing this all down?
4. Going down in the same old town down the same street to the same bar
And the same old faces saying hi and I don't care
Going down in the same old bar and I know I don't even order anymore
I am so sick of consequence and the look on your face
I am tired of playing defense
And I don't even have hockey skates
You can meet me at ten thirty
But I won't be there I'll be gone
We can talk like we are friends
Going over it all again
Talking about everything I am doing wrong.
Do you wish that your nose was longer so you'd have an excuse not to see past it?
Do you wish that the lights were brighter in the city that you live?
I am so sick of consequence and the look on your face
I am tired of playing defense
And I don't even have hockey skates
You can meet me at ten thirty
But I won't be there I'll be gone
We can talk like we are friends
Going over it all again
Talking about everything I am doing wrong
And do you think your boys club will crumble
Just because of a loud-mouthed girl?