Jameson gave me a couple timbales a couple of birthdays back,
now they're banging around in the backseat. The Liberty Lady
has her back turned. She turned her back on me.
I see her fade away in the rearview. I try to adhere to
a series of checkpoints. A series of rolled joints, hotel in New Jersey
and I locked the keys in the van in Virginia. Well,
happy to be here, but I never could not look back.
I'm on track and I can hear the freight train.
Down by the water I saw your father. The night that we went back
and tracked down the spare key, made it look easy.
Memory had recorded the sound of the windows
breaking as we ran off. I remember the smell of the carpet burning.
Worked for a sad man that could not walk four blocks.
He talks with such violence. He thought that it made sense,
He may know the business but he won't be laughing,
dying alone, not a picture around him.
A twentieth-century fox on the skyline, she only sleeps naked.
I know I'm right this time, MTA Incorporated.
A $29.99 room out in western Texas, Potter County.
Don't say you're sorry for nothing, not holes in the ceiling.
Well, down by the water I saw our daughter.
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