Little America Lyrics

I had to use my other, other credit card

Just after noon playing pool

With my old girlfriend in the downtown bar

Or maybe it was you

I thought I saw your folks car parked

Outside the bank we used to joke about robbing

On the Boulevard

Cause we're both day old bread

And a glimpse at the good Good News

Neighbors shout-fighting

And bad back tattoos of cartoons

Cu-de-sac kids in the backseat of a Chevrolet

With champagne taste

Paying someone else's dues

In Little America

Close to the bone

Somewhat free

But mostly stoned

One foot on the platform

One foot on the train

In Little America with what little remains

But these cracked-up sidewalks and

Tar-mended lots still belong to us

The all-night diners, orange caps

Broken glass and wheel-well rust

And history won't even remember this

And neither will you, it's just

Snuffed out with your cigarette

Shaky hands baby bumps

Cut the ring off my finger

I'll cut the ring off of yours

We used to dream together

But we can't sleep much

We don't dream much anymore

And it will never be that good again

And it can't go back to the way that it was before

And there's no secret chord

David died, and we whipped and lashed and

Crucified the Lord

In Little America

Close to the bone

Somewhat free

But mostly stoned

One foot on the platform

One foot on the train

In Little America with what little remains

The sun came up

Sarah slammed the car door hard

Walked into the Ampm

While I tried to get the car to start again

Bought two packs of Winstons

She's the Bodhisattva of bad decisions

And 3 different scratch-its

Climbed back with one

In every digit

One ornate with Hollywood Stars

One had flags

With red and white bars

She handed me the other

With the drag race cars

And said I hope you're luckier than me

And she scratched one arm with one hand

Scratched the tickets

Blew off the debris with a penny on her knee

But she didn't win anything

And I didn't win anything

She sat there

And crossed a thousand arms

She cracked the tension with a laugh

She said you don't plan to be a fuck-up

But one day you wake up

And that's just who you are

In Little America

Close to the bone

Somewhat free

But mostly stoned

One foot on the platform

One foot on the train

In Little America with what little remains