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Back when we were living up on |
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HennepinShe kept threatening to turn us in |
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At night she mostly liked us, we used to pass around the thermos |
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Some nights she was gorgeous |
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We were living it |
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We delivered it |
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We didn't feel a thing |
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We were living in... |
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The sweet part of the city |
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The part with the bars and restaurants |
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We used to meet underneath the marquees, we used to nod off in the matinees |
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She always claimed that she was from |
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Tennessee, and now it seems to me |
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Like distance doesn't equal rate and time no more |
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It's like gravity doesn't apply |
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No, everything sparkles and appears like we're on wheels |
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It was dark but |
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I guess that's the deal |
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St. Theresa showed up wearing see-thru, it was standard issue |
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We went out to get some more wine |
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But it's a long haul to the corner store from the center of the universe |
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When you can't get your car off the curb |
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We were living it |
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We delivered it |
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We didn't feel a thing |
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We were in heaven in... |
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The sweet part of the city |
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The part with the bars and restaurants |
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And so we shot ourselves out into outer space, it was tough to place the aftertaste |
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It was stark but it was spacious |
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It's a long way from |
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Cedar Riverside to |
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Cedar Sinai |
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Three times |
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St. Paul to |
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CheyenneAnd it's a long way from |
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Sacramento too |
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We were bored so we started a band |
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We like to play for you |
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We like to play for you |
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We like to play for you |
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We like to play for you |
