Old 97's

She woke from a dream Her head was on fire Why was he so nervous? He took her to the park She crossed her arms And lowered her eyelids Some day somebody's gonna ask you A question that you should say yes to Once in your life Maybe tonight I've got a

And I tried And I know what we are Yeah, I saw it in a strange dream We're a mess I'm afraid That this is the real thing And I tried Tried to leave it all alone Send your brown haired daughter home But I can't So I won't and you ought to hear my hear

Heartbreak, old friend, goodbye it's me again. Of late, I've had some thought of movin' in. Of all the many ways a man will lose his home, Well, there ain't none better than the girl who's movin' on. True love, I knew some thought of, some thought of

The Empty Bottle was half-empty tide was low and I was thirsty Saw her sitting at the bar you know how some girls are Always making eyes well she wasn't making eyes So I sidled up beside her settled down and shouted hi there My name's Stewart Ransom

And the hole In the screen is barely big enough for you And not near enough for me to go And the whole damn complicated Situation could've been Avoided if I'd only shut the window Chorus: And I may be leavin' myself open To a murder or a heart attack

We've been doing this longer than you've been alive propelled by some mysterious drive And they still let me do it as weird as that seems And I do it most nights and then again in my dreams Infinite hallways in giant hotels dressing room looks about