Molotov Jukebox Laid To Rest
Finally the tether breaks,
On Tuesday night I ring.
He says, 'We can get together.'
But he's staying in.
One more night, inside,
I mean you have to do what feels right.
But in the morning light,
It's cold, it's cold, so cold.
Please let me stay, please let me stay.
But he's trying to get me out the door,
In his diplomatic way.
I had speeches, I had scenes.
Now I have quiet memories and the occasional dream.
I've laid to rest, my craziness;
For today, today, today, today, today.
I'm bleeding like a soldier,
Into your pint of pride.
A pack of straights and a corner seat,
This was the last time I cried.
Why could you only be a man;
When you had a drink in your hand ?
One more night inside,
And one more for the road.
I had speeches, I had scenes.
Now I have quiet memories and the occasional dream.
I've laid to rest, my craziness;
For today, today, today, today, today.
Finally the tether breaks,
On Tuesday night I ring.
He says, 'Baby we can get together.'
But he's staying in.
One more night, inside,
I mean you have to do what feels right.
But in the morning light,
It's cold;
It's cold .....
