TWO IS DOWN TO ONE

man it gets me down, really gets right to me
here comes nobody with nothing for me
all the nightly dialog spoken like characters in a bad movie

every night just hanging around here
two is down to one
all the proof i need is the numbers
and two is down to one

in the vinyl booths, in the patent leather
pull your head out of the past, pull yourself together
grow out your straw colored hair ‘til it flows through fields of Nowhere, USA

every night just hanging around here
two is down to one
all the proof i need is the numbers
and two is down to one

the kind-hearted kind, it’s hard to imagine they were ever here
and why would they be?
the neon sign through the window advertising beer
next one’s on me

there’s no working here from behind the eight ball
and you can’t wake from a dream where you only free-fall
the truest thing i ever heard: the biggest city in the world is a shit-hole town

every night just hanging around here
two is down to one
all the proof i need is the numbers
and two is down to one