The Mountain Goats - Southwestern Territory lyrics

rate me

(Verse)

Small screen, July evenin' view up and down Grand Avenue

Where the legends get made, out with the boys' brigade

Part of the motorcade, flew home from Texas last night

Slept on the flight, work like a dog all day

Born to chase cars away die on the road someday

I try to remember what life was like long ago

But it's gone, u know, climb the turnbuckle high

Take 2 falls out of 3, blackout from local T.V.

(Verse 2)

Stand in that cold empty hall, wait for ur name to get called

Burn like hillsides on fire, in the squall of the ring-side choir

High as a wire, nearly drive Danny's nose back into his brain

All the cheap seats go insane, keep my eyes open and try to think straight

No one drives on the 60 this late, feel like the last person alive

Francisquito to Glenshaw Drive, I try to remember to write in the diary

That my son gave me, climb the turnbuckle high

Take 2 falls out of 3, blackout from local T.V.