Another night in Stockholm In a cell with the open door
I got a box of matches But it's got a fireproof floor
The record keeps spinning no sound is ever heard
I was younger then I'm old enough to know it absurd

The glass always empty When you're waiting for the bull
I'm your typical Yankee I chew with my mouth full
Up here on the rust belt Our best days on VHS
look at the suburbs babe, the face of blank success

I'm thinking about small women Plastic cups with beer
I'm thinking about old Changsha And how much it's rained this year
I'm thinking about my mama She's driving her new car
She's over in Wisconsin Although it isn't far
I'm thinking about my old lady She's reading late at night
If she's worried about me When she turns off the light
I'm thinking about old St. Paul The snow we've got this year
Six dollar pints of Guinness the dart boards and cheap beer

Reading the book of my life And I'm half way through
Keeping the flame real low Making sure it's a hundred proof
Balancing all the accounts Making sure the tea ice cold
Turn the old black pages Into the centerfold

Three a.m. in the morning Frying trout in a cast iron pan
Up here in the north That's as close to Disneyland
Trying to stay well Before winter turns to spring
I can tell you it's coming But it's not just one thing

I'm thinking about small women Plastic cups with beer
I'm thinking about old Changsha How much it's rained this year
I'm thinking about my mama She's driving her new car
She's over in Wisconsin Although it isn't far
I'm thinking about my old lady She's reading late at night
If she's worried about me When she turns off the light
I'm thinking about old St. Paul The snow we've got this year
Six dollar pints of Guinness the dart boards and cheap beer