Stuck Between Stations
The Hold Steady
G D G D G D A
There are nights when I think Sal Paradise was right.
Boys and Girls in America have such a sad time together.
Sucking off each other at the demonstrations making sure their makeupís straight
Crushing one another with colossal expectations dependent, undisciplined, and sleeping late.
A A/B A/C# D D/Em D/F# G D/F# A
She was a really cool kisser and she wasnít all that strict of a Christian.
She was a damn good dancer but she wasnít all that great of a girlfriend.
She likes the warm feeling but sheís tired of all the dehydration.
Most nights are crystal clear but tonight itís like itís stuck between stations
On the radio
The devil and John Berryman took a walk together.
They ended up on Washington talking to the river.
He said ďIíve surrounded myself with doctors and deep thinkers. But big heads
with soft bodies make for lousy lovers.Ē
There was that night that we thought John Berryman could fly.
But he didnít so he died.
She said ďYouíre pretty good with words but words wonít save your life.Ē and they
didnít so he died.
He was drunk and exhausted but he was critically acclaimed and respected.
He loved the Golden Gophers but he hated all the drawn out winters.
He likes the warm feeling but heís tired of all the dehydration
Most nights were kind of fuzzy but that last night he had total retention.
G D/F# A
These Twin Cities kisses
Sound like clicks and hisses.
We all tumbled down and
Drowned in the Mississippi River.
Piano solo: A/C# D D/F# E/Ab A A D E
A/C# D D/F# E/Ab A A F#m D G D
We drink, we dry up then we crumble to dust
We get wet we corrode we get covered in rust