Half a mile from closing time
Two
or three things on my mind
Staring
into endless sky
Killing
time cause it deserves to die
We
pull our weight, plus a thousand pounds
I
met a wiccan waitress on sacred ground
The
deal was lost, but the truth was found
When
the sticks hit the street and we turned around
The
parts become a single sound when we
Set
it up
We
been up and down this road all day
Forgot
what I was gonna say
We
been back and forth down this street all night
With
moonshine as the only light
I
had a word with Bit-o-Jane, she said to stay out of the rain
I
talked it out with Shoeless Joe, he said it rains wherever you go
15
miles from the borderline
Talking
with some friends of mine
About those things you can’t define
Like
Jesus Saves on a neon
sign