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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Weakerthans
The Weakerthans
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John K. Samson
John K. Samson
Songwriter
Jason Tait
Jason Tait
Songwriter
J. Sutton
J. Sutton
Songwriter
John P. Sutton
John P. Sutton
Writer
Steven Carroll
Steven Carroll
Songwriter

Lyrics

Well, I'm lost, I'm afraid
Rope tying down a leaky boat
To the roof of a car on a road in the dark
And it's snowing
If I'm more, then it means less
Last call for happiness
I'm your dress near the back of your knees
And your slip is showing
I'm afloat in a summer parade
Up the street in the town
That you were born in
With a girl at the top wearing tulle
And a Miss Somewhere sash
Waving like the queen
Well, beauty's just another word
I'm never certain how to spell
Go tell the nurse to turn the TV back on
And throw away my misery
It never meant that much to me
It never sent a get-well card
And I broke like a bad joke
Somebody's uncle told
At a wedding reception in 1972
Where a little boy under a table
With cake in his hair
Stared at the grown-up feet
As they danced and swayed
And his father laughed
And talked on the long ride home
And his mother laughed
And talked on the long ride home
And he thought about how
Everyone dies someday
And when tomorrow gets here
Where will yesterday be?
And fell asleep in his brand new winter coat
Buy me a shiny new machine
That runs on lies and gasoline
And all those batteries we stole
From smoke alarms
And disassembles my despair
It never took me anywhere
It never once bought me a drink
Written by: J. Sutton, Jason Tait, John K. Samson, John P. Sutton, S. Carroll
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