Memphis

Sit in the little room with the back of the stage
And read your comics
Sift through all the obscure comments and demands
Strangers who think they know
Strangers who think they deserve something
Well, I wrote the address down and I think you live there
But I won’t let it frighten me
This club blows like any other
Why do you look so happy together
Fucking around
Too much beer in the parking lot for you
I’ve read these walls too many times
I can’t think of another clever line
From a stranger who thinks they deserve something
Well, I wrote the address down and I think you live there
But I won’t let it frighten me
Well, I wrote the address down and I think you live there
But I won’t let it frighten me