The nights coming alive outside And theres me and my guitar and Kentucky rye, uh huh Maybe I should join the escapade Instead of staring down at this blank white page, uh huh I could take a stool at the palace bar Flirt a little while with the bartender, uh huh I swear to god, she knows my name She refuses to use it To her, were all the same, uh huh I could buy a drink for a pretty girl Those young ones are always off shooting pool, uh huh Oh, listen to me, Mr. Peter Pan Them girls live in Never Never Land Im better off with a girl my age A spinster or a divorce, uh huh Well here I am, a divorc too With a potbelly and a jagged tooth, uh huh I patrol the bars with my gut sucked in Trying to find my next victim, uh huh Its the ugliest men think they can always do better Theyve been hypnotized by the magazine covers, uh huh I could saddle up with the town floozy And maybe shed be thinking the same about me, uh huh We can march down Central Avenue A telltale parade for selfinflated youth, uh huh In bed we can share emotional scars Your deadeyed dad, my AWOL mom It doesnt matter if youre quick or not Its a competition of who gets who off, uh huh The nights coming alive outside As I scribble down these senseless rhymes, uh huh My life is full of melody, but rarely ever harmony, uh huh So here I am, a desperate man At 2 a.m. with this tune in my head, uh huh I dont need another foolish fling As long as I got a song, uh huh
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