Hand in the Attic - Old Nevada Lyrics

I took the first flight
Out of desperate notions
From a lonely valley
In the dead of winter
I don't need to be home
Got a sofa to sleep on
I don't need your fragrance
Got a dream to sleep to

And it's snowing on a Friday
And I don't know what I'm doing
And I don't know what I'm doing
I'll be fine

Disappearing
Like the Old Nevada
With her seedy waitress
And a dream of jackpot
And a new shrimp cocktail
I went to Massachusetts
To be far, far away I'm dreaming
I'll drown, I'll drown, I'm dreaming

And it's snowing on a Friday
And I don't know what I'm doing
And I don't know what I'm doing
I'll be fine