Shootout

Would you please not get so angry

When I roll over on my side?

I get tired, finally, in the morning

I'll get a chance to talk to you down the line

And if the world is getting smaller

Evangeline, how come I have to holler ever louder in the music halls at night?

I would love to do a token for you

A beautiful bouquet

But flowers only come around when something goes down

And in hours, they decay

I heard the universe expanding

Evangeline, when I was standing in the spotlight at the music hall last night

I never sang my songs in competition

For you or anybody else

But this shootout on 22nd Avenue

I'm gonna lose, tangled up in doggerel

And if the world is getting smaller

Evangeline, how come I have to holler ever louder in the music halls at night