572 Cuthbert Blvd

Parking your car A rendezvous overdue at the bar And I could say we're the same But it would seem that you're the man to ask these days As you Bend the truth With a collection of stories you've hid Where do I begin? If everyone's pulling up floorboards Listening in You're hot shit and it seems that I'm the last to know Forced to call out my neighborhood shrink She'll make me choose between food or a drink Sharing wives' tales About speakeasies beside the turnpike gates A recent problem in the Diner State But won't you Just hear the news You're counting on rain checks Just train wrecks And I am sifting through The collection of places you've been Where should I begin? When I could be pulling up floorboards I'm listening intently