Someday, there'll be nothing more to say

When life is seen as the dance of the seven veils

Well, each teaser reveals the beauty that was always already there

My body and soul and my car are not for sale



Some days are made of silent anticipation

Some days are just quarter-pumping, cheap peepshows

Oh, make-believe is all we have some of these days

Tie your money to your dog if you fear you might lose your way



The sun slips off each night to enjoy on the other side of town

Where barstools, and dreamers, and glasses all get refilled

Clocks and bar tabs are just numbers and memories fighting gravity against the wall

Steamboat fishlight dancin' on the windowsill



Oh, the jukebox man never hits us with the latest

No, he just brushes the the dust from the grooves of the songs we love

Wow a drunk couple sayin'