Songtext
I open my eyes and it's November
And I am in a freight elevator
And I'm in Las Vegas, but I haven't won any money
And everyone here is wearing clothing that I find confusing
And I wonder if they've won any money
Jeff tells me it's not the drugs
It's Monday morning and you can't get up
When your degree is staring daggers from the wall
And somewhere sunk inside your heart
There is a teensy tiny part of you that sure could use some coffee
I open my eyes, and I am sweating
I must have been dreaming
That punch I threw was just embarrassing
And all my dreams are always violent, but I'm not violent
So in my dreams I'm not so good at fighting
There's this one where you and I
Are making brilliant love inside a 7-11 just past the city
And I can't save us when that guy
Gets up and jumps out from behind the counter
Gun in hand and grinning
Tell my sister I am with her wherever she may go
If not helped then sure as shit, where she leads I'll follow
Watch the corn grow in Ohio
Let our kids grow strong and smart
Playing intramural sports while we build the ark
