Stuck On Blue

What happens as time passes?

You grow old, you grow cold

She waits on the south side

It's the wrong side for a good time

We lie, we cry, we deny and eventually die on hold

With a drum solo in hell

City nightline, country moonshine

We're selling souls and we're having a good time

She wades through the alleyways in an acid haze

It's the good ole days

Well i love her, like no other

What am i gonna tell her mother now?

My heart beating out of my chest like a drum solo in hell

Sometimes we get tired of the lives we've somehow found

Time won't stop tickin', and the years are windin' down

Yet so many know, afraid to say something

And they watch us grow old while we grow into nothing

And we made a mistake, we don't know what to do

Now i'm stuck on blue

Now it's raining, music's playing

I hear the voices but don't know what they're saying

She holds my hand in the chevy van

I'll take her out of this wasteland

Well she's older, but i know her

And tonight's finally pulled her cover down

As she cries as she realizes shakin' like a drum solo in hell