Cut me loose
A nine hour excuse
A sunset visit to the reddest of states
It's new blues for the highway to choose
I-65 for when the hour is late
It's over or it's under
It's on the east side and it's the setting for getting better
Apply the brakes and clip a common mistake
It's not a problem just to sit here and wait
But don't you know what they're about?
Living up to let you down
So quick to strike up a tune
On every evening where I carry us home
So quick to strike up a tune
On every evening where I carry us
Bonfires
Who drives the desire
Between the suburbs and what's left of this place?
Tattoos, new boots and a noose
Now just reminders of the city you hate
It's over, or it's under?
It's a disaster, and we keep betting it's getting better
It's well spun for those who turn twenty-one
But getting older doesn't brighten the bait
So don't you know what they're about?
Living up to let you down
So quick to strike up a tune
On every evening where I carry us home
We just sing along
But the feeling's gone
I've got a couple dozen cities I could share with you
A couple stories we could tuck beneath our tennis shoes
A couple secrets we could hide between each other's hands
A couple moments we could squeeze between some other plans
We've got a couple different futures we could call our own
A shared apartment or just talking on the telephone
You'll move a block away
And we'll go on with both our lives in cold conditions
With a past of alternating dives
Stiff drinks abandoned before they sink
Another neighborhood to carefully drown
Farewell from the fever to tell
We need to move this to a new side of town
So quick to strike up a tune
On every evening where I carry us home
And I'll sing along
But the feelings gone
(So quick to strike up a tune)
(On every evening where I carry us home)
(So quick to strike up a tune)
(On every evening where I carry us)