Pink Spiders "Still Three Shy" |
The interstates and eighteen wheelers. The sketches on the rest stop bathroom stalls. I call her from a hotel pay phone so far from it all. The odometer is hypnotizing. The tires turn the dirt for miles and miles. I wanna see the Nashville skyline, Only for awhile. 'Cause I heard about the party last night. I heard that there were drugs and fist fights. When all I see are miles of streetlights, That's when I miss home. So I try, try, try to forget but I die inside every time I miss it, 'Cause you're still three shy. Don't you forget it's not a party when we're gone, And if the cops come by, Have a drink and tell 'em this one's for the boys, And I will try, try, try to forget that I'm gone. A thousand miles until the ocean. Casinos sit a couple miles ahead. The city's in the rearview mirror. Tennessee's in bed. Now I'm drinking at the Blackjack table. A cigarette is hanging from my lips. My head is spinning round in circles as I take a sip, 'Cause I heard you split a cab ride last night. I hope you found your way home alright, 'Cause underneath a sea of bright lights, I feel alright here. And I try, try, try to forget but I die inside every time I miss it, 'Cause you're still three shy. Don't you forget it's not a party when we're gone, And if the cops come by, Have a drink and tell 'em this one's for the boys, And I will try, try, try to forget that I'm gone. And I try, try, try to forget but I die inside every time I miss it, 'Cause you're still three shy. Don't you forget it's not a party when we're gone, And if the cops come by, Have a drink and tell 'em this one's for the boys, And I will try, try, try to forget. Yes, I will try, try, try to forget. I'm gonna try, try, try to forget that I'm gone. Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |