Transcribed by:

Brian Whitman

The Original Lyrics File





Well I've been sittin' here, thinkin' about you

'Bout what it is that you, you want from me

You know it seems that I still don't know you well

Know many faces I have seen



Still I try, to make you happy

Still I try, to make you sing

Now if you're wonderin', what I think of it all

Just read the back of this postcard



Well the air here, breathing's great

Well, we're having ourselves a good time

Oh this town is nuts, my kind of place

I don't want to leave

I don't ever, I don't ever want to leave

Oh never, never

I don't ever want to leave

Oh, no



I see you in a

Thousand costumes

Strike many a silent pose

I heard you tell a thousand stories

Everyone in a different voice



Still I try, to make you happy

Still I try, to make you sing

Now if you're wonderin', what I think of it all

Just read the back of this postcard



The air here, breathing's great

Lord, we've cooked ourselves

Now were cookin' up an ass kickin' time

Didn't we?

This town is nuts, my kind of place

I don't want to leave

I don't never, never, never, never want to leave.

I never, never, never, never want to leave

Never, never



I'm taking my car - I never want to leave

I'm taking my car