Rabbitt'sWe sit around on porches watching lightning bugs and drunks
Stagger home from Rabbitt’s like we’ve all done at least once Spinning cigarette soliloquies on cinema and sex As we cling with rigid fingers out of fear for what comes next And the only thing I know right now Is the only place to go right now It’s a subtle creeping feeling till it cracks you in the jaw So we’re marching on to Rabbitt’s one and all We shuffle past the houses, past the churches and the stoops Armed with all the urgency of recklessness and youth Someday we’ll look back on this and crack a beer and laugh ‘Cause nothing seems important till its time has almost passed We’ll scatter off like ashes, throwing caution to the wind So let’s raise up all our glasses to until we meet again I’m not sure there’ll ever be another one like this So we race to find our Wendys for our everlasting kiss And the only thing I know right now Is the only place to go right now I hear the clock is ticking but you’re holding all the cards Come on darling let’s go arm and arm Come on darling let’s go arm and arm Come on darling let’s go arm and arm Charades |
In NashvilleEveryone’s a starlet, a charlatan, or harlot in Nashville
The suits on music row don’t know a songbird from a crow in Nashville They’re picking at the bones of the Cashes and the Joneses Till the cops can’t even make out the remains But the spirit’s still alive in the honky tonks and dives While lower Broadway’s going up in flames I don’t wanna make it down in Nashville If that’s what making it is really like All the kiss-asses can kindly kiss my ass—we’ll Just wave goodbye to Nashville Keep this tour van rolling till we die Everyone’s an artist working part-time jobs like martyrs in Nashville Praying for a break that’ll take them one step towards making it in Nashville They’re digging up the bones of the Cashes and the Joneses For the shred of credibility that remains But the one thing that’s for certain is there ain’t nothing worse than Watching talent spiral down the drain Everyone’s a critic, too full of shit to give it in Nashville The suits on music row just sold the last remaining soul in Nashville They’re picking at the bones of the Cashes and the Joneses Till the cops can’t even make out the remains But the legacy endures, unshackled and unmoored So let’s take this ship right back to the refrain |
