New Amsterdams - Asleep At The Wheel lyrics

the house lights lit our injuries for crowds of plastic cups

that clapped beneath bartenders' sleepy brooms,

and boom, boom boom, boom,

went amps and cases down the stairs into the parking lot out back,

a burst of moon, a blast of air, an understanding somewhere

between the turning signal clicks,

the shiny food we found with gasoline,

the daily prayers of set-lists, tender jokes about

retards and crashes and queers,

I lost the chiming ring

of keys to everything

safe, and safely locked away back home.