Indoor flight Time to say goodnight, time to call it a day Men in drag, smoking in the taxi cab Dancers wave as we pass them on the strip
Fancy white sheets You call to talk of your sex dreams I remember when you meant something to me I remember when you meant something to me
Now you’re dealing packs of cards for dollar bills When we all know that sadness doesn’t sell I think that you need help Is it wrong to say I think that you need help?
Record temperatures The Memphis blues in our ears The washed out junkies sing for a beer Laughs of prostitutes They’re smiling to try and escort you But they really just need somewhere to go
And I’ve been trying to be myself ‘Cause I’m 20 now and I already know The routes around Hell So I’m selling everything that I have
And I’m moving this twisted heart to the Northwest To have an affair with my new-found prince Drink away our nights with poker hands and sinner grins And no one can say anything Yeah, no one can say anything Yeah, no one can say anything Yeah, no one can say anything