Lyrics

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, and we
Shake it down

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 Bitter 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