| Saturday night we went downtown
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| But i beat it back home, I couldn’t take no more
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| I heard the voice of the street through the window
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| And it sang me to sleep on the bathroom floor
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| 'Cause my bed is an open grave tonight
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| It gives no rest, just cold eyes open
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| And back out to the clouds and rain
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| I can feel my face growing paler by the day
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| There’s a fire in the basement, so help me girl
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| 'Cause I want you now more than anything else
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| They came in brave and just put it out
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| And i realized that I could go any time
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| But oh my baby blue, I don’t care
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| 'Cause i’ve been gone so long
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| Out getting high on the back porch
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| I sing to the empties and cigarette butts
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| And I know that the song is about you
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| And I’d sing to your face, but I’ve got no guts
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| And the mice are an angel choir tonight
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| They squeak right in on the hallelujah
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| I’ll clear my head and close my eyes
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| And I’ll get up late and I’ll give up hope in the end |