St. Augustine at Night

The cherry gum would cover up the cigarettes we smoked The 7-Up would balance out the beer Mom would make us dinner, and we'd all try not to choke Dad was working later every year We'd count the trucks on Highway 1 on their way to Jacksonville Wonderin' where they headed on from there My brothers and my sister all stood spiritually still As if those roads became the answer to their prayers But I didn't want it any other way This town was the one thing that felt right All these tourists could be kings during the day But not in St. Augustine at night I was working at the Bait Shack, supplying all the fishing tours Pretty soon I was chartering a boat My dad said I needed dumb luck and a secret stash of Coors If I stood a chance at keeping things afloat That's when my girlfriend told me, "There's a baby on the way And I need to know you're gonna go to bat" Well, I never put off 'til tomorrow the things I should've done today No, I've always waited way longer than that I have never had much say in how I felt I've been guided by my barroom appetites So if this world belongs to everybody else Just leave me St. Augustine at night The Lord must really love us common folk 'Cause he made so goddamn much Now, if he'd just point the way to go If he could just start speaking up Our oldest brother left this world for leading one too many lives I guess he settled for none at all The rest of us just grew apart and blamed our husbands and our wives When anyone was asked why they don't call Life became a series of birthdays, cars, and pets Just anything to look forward to I don't talk about mistakes, I don't talk about regrets At this point, I'm not sure what good it would do And I'm not asking for anybody's help As I gaze out where the stars dance with the lights If I'm not sure how I feel about myself I still got St. Augustine at night Oh, I still got St. Augustine at night