Harmonicas & Tambourines

Saturday night the cigarettes come crawling out

With the boys who crave regrets

Bandana hanging around her neck

A checkered flag in a crowd who's singing

"Save us from this life of nine to five"

Four, three, two

One night left for us to feel alive

Harmonicas and tambourines

They're living in her head but dying in her magazines

Her Chelsea clothes and Brooklyn dreams

They're living in her head but dying in her magazines

Say maybe yes, say maybe no

A bit too loud and the lights a bit too low

She never needed a cameo until the chain gang started to sing

"Save us from this life of nine to five"

Four, three, two

One night left for us to feel alive

Harmonicas and tambourines

They're living in her head but dying in her magazines

Her Chelsea clothes and Brooklyn dreams

They're living in her head but dying in her magazines

Harmonicas and tambourines

They're living in her head but dying in her magazines

Her Chelsea clothes and Brooklyn dreams

They're living in her head but dying in her magazines

Harmonicas and tambourines

They're living in her head but dying in her magazines

Her Chelsea clothes and Brooklyn dreams

They're living in her head but dying in her magazines