St. Augustine At Night

The cherry gum would cover up the cigarettes we smoked

The 7-Up would balance out the beer

Mom would make us dinner, and we'd all try not to choke

Dad was working later every year

We'd count the trucks on Highway 1 on their way to Jacksonville

Wonderin' where they headed on from there

My brothers and my sister all stood spiritually still

As if those roads became the answer to their prayers

But I didn't want it any other way

This town was the one thing that felt right

All these tourists could be kings during the day

But not in St. Augustine at night

I was working at the bait shack, supplying all the fishing tours

Pretty soon I was chartering a boat

My dad said I needed dumb luck and a secret stash of Coors

If I stood a chance at keeping things afloat

That's when my girlfriend told me, "There's a baby on the way

And I need to know you're gonna go to bat."

Well, I never put off 'til tomorrow the things I should've done today

No, I've always waited way longer than that

I have never had much say in how I felt

I've been guided by my barroom appetites

So if this world belongs to everybody else

Just leave me St. Augustine at night

The Lord must really love us common folk

'Cause he made so goddamn much

Now, if he'd just point the way to go

If he could just start speaking up

Our oldest brother left this world for leading one too many lives

I guess he settled for none at all

The rest of us just grew apart and blamed our husbands and our wives

When anyone was asked why they don't call

Life became a series of birthdays, cars, and pets

Just anything to look forward to

I don't talk about mistakes. I don't talk about regrets

At this point, I'm not sure what good it would do

And I'm not asking for anybody's help

As I gaze out where the stars dance with the lights

If I'm not sure how I feel about myself

I still got St. Augustine at night

Oh, I still got St. Augustine at night