The Hold Steady - Separate Vacations lyrics
[The Hold Steady - Separate Vacations lyrics]
Surrounded in a car park in Hostile
Massachusetts
Waiting on your savior, listening to music
All this gun talk is making me itchy
These guys with no shirts
They're making me sweat it
It's been getting kind of hectic
You're hot and you're scared and
There's not enough air
So faithful and pure that
You're not even there
You're hot and you're scared that
There's not enough air
This is the cross that we carry
Met some blue blood dude down by the harbor
He called me his brother
He tried to sell me his daughter
These east coast kids are such tricky talkers
Got conned by a cop up in Boston Common
Oh, the lipstick, oh, the mascara
We're dried up like blood and
We're stuck to the ground
That's how we know we'll be sticking around
We're tied up like kites but
We drift into trouble
There will be nights when we suffer
Such is our struggle
Via Dolorosa it started with mimosas
It ended with relations mr minnesota
Stuck her between stations
Walked her through the passion
Went back to his cabin
You're hot and you're scared that
There's not enough air
So faithful and pure that
You're not even there
You're hot and you're scared that
There's not enough air
So faithful and pure that
You're not even there
You're hot and you're fried and
There's not enough light
Your friends think you settled and
You're scared that they're right
You're hot and you're fried and
There's not enough light
Your friends think you're settled
Now you're taking separate vacations
And now you're taking separate vacations
And now you're taking separate vacations
Massachusetts
Waiting on your savior, listening to music
All this gun talk is making me itchy
These guys with no shirts
They're making me sweat it
It's been getting kind of hectic
You're hot and you're scared and
There's not enough air
So faithful and pure that
You're not even there
You're hot and you're scared that
There's not enough air
This is the cross that we carry
Met some blue blood dude down by the harbor
He called me his brother
He tried to sell me his daughter
These east coast kids are such tricky talkers
Got conned by a cop up in Boston Common
Oh, the lipstick, oh, the mascara
We're dried up like blood and
We're stuck to the ground
That's how we know we'll be sticking around
We're tied up like kites but
We drift into trouble
There will be nights when we suffer
Such is our struggle
Via Dolorosa it started with mimosas
It ended with relations mr minnesota
Stuck her between stations
Walked her through the passion
Went back to his cabin
You're hot and you're scared that
There's not enough air
So faithful and pure that
You're not even there
You're hot and you're scared that
There's not enough air
So faithful and pure that
You're not even there
You're hot and you're fried and
There's not enough light
Your friends think you settled and
You're scared that they're right
You're hot and you're fried and
There's not enough light
Your friends think you're settled
Now you're taking separate vacations
And now you're taking separate vacations
And now you're taking separate vacations