There’s a place I go Where the lights hang low The walls are stale from a thousand Marlborough lights And the carpet tells a tale of a thousand Friday nights
There’s a man outside Big black holes for eyes Biting down on burnt out cigars Plays forgotten songs on broken guitars
There’s a place I go Where the lights hang low
There’s a place I’ve found On the edge of town Where all the girls dress in angelic white But age is so unkind under florescent lights
And there’s a man by the door Neatly stitched to the floor He’s sat there for a thousand years And he’ll sit there for a thousand more
There’s a place I go Where the lights hang low Oh there’s a place I go Where the lights hang low