Garden of the Opry star.
Roads are filled with rusty cars.
Only place with blue sky,
Had it painted over natural light.
I can sleep in a Cadillac
Parked in the alley with the engine running
Sometimes I think I’ll never go back.
And the whole crew will look up to me.
And the whole sea of people will part.
To find out that part of you is fake
That there is no other reliable source for your heartbreak
And the street name for ‘deaf’ is still gonna be ‘dead air’
Flown in on an airplane.
Scrubby little runway.
Red wine and a stubby cock.
Sur la table, you gimp.
You limp when you walk.
You know I’ll eat anything that’s cooked.
I know you think I’m crazy
But I’ve never been thinner.
Soon I will bid you my leave.
And the whole crew will look up to me.
And the whole sea of people will part.
Oh to find out that part of you is fake
That there is no reliable source for your sauce
And the street name for ‘deaf’ is still gonna be ‘dead air’