The Mountain Goats - Southwestern Territory lyrics

Small screen, July evening view Up and down Grand Avenue Where the legends get made Out with the boys' brigade Part of the motorcade Flew home from Texas last night Slept on the flight Work like a dog all day Born to chase cars away Die on the road someday I try to remember what life was like long ago But it's gone, you know Climb the turnbuckle high Take two falls out of three Blackout for local TV Stand in that cold empty hall Wait for your name to get called Burn like hillsides on fire In the squall of the ringside choir High as a wire Nearly drive Danny's nose back into his brain All the cheap seats go insane Keep my eyes open and try to think straight No one drives on the 60 this late Feel like the last person alive Francisquito to Glenshaw Drive I try to remember to write in the diary That my son gave me Climb the turnbuckle high Take two falls out of three Blackout for local TV