[00:12.60]Three brides before breakfast
[00:15.49]These rails just wrecked us
[00:18.12]My right hand on my heart
[00:19.83]While my left hand snaps your necklace
[00:24.39]Each day gets a little more scary
[00:26.81]We're holding on  in a way
[00:28.87]But just barely
[00:29.86]Moms and Dads are rationing their cash
[00:32.94]For the commissary
[00:35.54]But I can't start without going
[00:39.92]All the way - it's a habit someone gave me
[00:47.62]The nursemaid of the blank page
[00:49.83]A canary of the American eclipse
[00:52.75]A profiteer picking up pink slips
[00:57.05]
[01:08.11]This wish just to go back  hey
[01:10.86]When I know wasn't ever  ever happy
[01:13.45]Show me my best memory - it's probably super crappy
[01:19.74]Nine years down in Texas  with sluts of both sexes
[01:25.34]Liars  lumps  and drug addicts  and drunks;
[01:29.13]I love my friends
[01:30.84]But I can't stop without going all the way  a
[01:39.48]Nd I've been that way since '83
[01:42.48]The midwife of the jetlife
[01:45.71]Oh  genie with a golden spliff
[01:48.34]A prostitute paid in pink slips
[01:54.15]
[01:57.46]I crashed my Cadillac in the valley of mirrors
[02:00.34]When the call came  there was nobody here
[02:03.04]When they came from the communists
[02:04.67]I kissed them on the lips
[02:06.00]Then they came for the singers
[02:07.56]In a haze of pink slips
[02:13.84]
[02:26.30]I guess I was just dreaming and drifting
[02:30.22]I guess I was artificially lifted
[02:32.38]Only happy until the age of ten is still a gift
[02:37.96]But we can't go back to those "227" days
[02:46.24]It's just a dream we all were having
[02:49.95]Hey  mariner in the dirt trade  Oh
[02:53.26]Postman of the post-apocalypse - from Academy Awards to pink slips
[03:00.18]
[03:03.25]And I showered my Corvette with Mo毛t for years
[03:06.00]But now I'm standing in the rain
[03:07.27]Drinking the champagne of beers
[03:08.66]They say  "Who's that shadow sneaking off behind the pier
[03:12.17]He was rushed and then he was rattled
[03:13.54]But now he's finally in the clear
[03:15.17]To be a refugee from the rat race
[03:17.46]In his white tuxedo and his sad-face
[03:20.93]A music group that your dad plays
[03:23.74]Singing songs about autumn days
[03:26.82]He's the laureate of the Granite State
[03:29.20]And now he doesn't even write
[03:30.43]He just riffs
[03:31.94]And they'll cover up his coffin with pink slips "