Skydive Home

forget about green bottles
you can lend me some money, if you want
and all those fast paced
drinking friends of yours
are all sitting around
trying to remember the good times
that they forgot
cigarette smoke like a weatherfront
ashtrays and guitars, misunderstood
and i feel like playing pool below the treeline
let's get out a map, pretend that we could
wreckless afternoons with chainsaw fiddle players
watch your step, buddy, that's my sister you're talking to
riding the late night subway cattle cars
crashing on the kitchen table
with people eating breakfast around you
drawing the last straw in a sunrise gunfight
working class neighbors waking up to you
and coughing up the wrong tree
hey yeah, you'll be alright
and if you ever get up before ten
there ain't nothing you can't do
but skydive home
leave all the answers to your intelligent friends
and you're always one step
from being one step over the edge
now its way too late to be out and the band sucks
running up a tired 'twist and shout'
the winds in the trees and the smokes on the water
and knocking over all those chairs ain't no way to impress her
crooked teeth darling with dirty fingernails
outlaws and gunslingers, boots (?) bar rails
and lets turn out the lights, son
give me another slow song
crashing on the corner
all the cops telling you to move along