“There’s Always Another Girl” album lyrics

if I believed in luck
i would go up to the roof
gamble on the moon being full
like i had something to lose
i was gonna change the world
but i’m not gonna change the world
i was gonna change my ways
but i have not changed
if i had faith in me and you
like i used to
i’d call on jesus
to carry us back to the tour bus
and take us to the hard edge of the earth
we were gonna change the world
but we’re not gonna change the world
and i was gonna change my ways
but i have not changed
i’m still the same
i put my hands in my gloves
and i grip my cup
good things came my way
and i didn’t have to pray

 

in a swerve on a curve
see an opossum through the glass
i’m dizzy in the back
can you please tell me where i’m at
taxicab
going so fast
take me back
taxicab
let up on the gas
bring me back
how did i get here
i smell burning leaves
i don’t recognize the scenery
i don’t think i’m ready
i can’t find my money
this is not where i thought i would be
taxicab
you’re going so fast
bring me back
taxicab
let up on the gas
i think i wanna go back
pink hearts and green rivers
orange cones and red deserts
black birds and white snow
and graveyards and stone walls
and hard sounds and something that’s sparkling on the ground
rain drops and lightning
and a girl on a bike
she is sneaking out tonight
a wet plastic bag hanging from a tree branch
and a dog with no collar
taxicab
you’re going so fast
taxicab
it’s going too fast
gone like that

 

i feel like lying down
i don’t feel like jumping around
i’m so tired and it’s so late and fights are gonna break out
i don’t wanna get up
i don’t think i’m drunk enough
oh why can’t you see that it’s not easy for me to be me
no no no no no no no i don’t wanna dance
gotta gotta gotta gotta go home now
no....i don’t wanna dance
it’s too bad and the music’s too loud
i can’t shake my problems away
do they really think it’s gonna be okay
oh flashing lights might bring on an epileptic seizure
perfume, cologne and sweat and pheromones
getting all over their telephones
the driving beat is like a hammer to my brain
no...i don’t wanna dance
gotta...go home now
no...i don’t wanna dance
it’s too dark and the music’s too loud
no...i don’t wanna dance
back away back away and sit down
no...i don’t wanna dance
gotta gotta wanna wanna go now
no...i don’t wanna dance
its too bright and the music’s too loud

 

people love it when a beautiful woman self-destructs
like a tiger in a cage or a bug under glass
 people point but don’t touch
but beautiful boys get away with so much
they get away with murder
they can be wasted and dirty and cruel
‘cause they know there’s always another girl
and you want her
you want her you want her
you really want her
oh she’s a mirage
in the desert
she’s like water
boys geniuses can be ugly and fat
but they don’t cut their girls any slack
girls are advised to not think about the future or the past
it matters not where they came from or whether or not they endure
what matters is if they can make all heads turn
‘cause there’s always another girl
you want her
you want her you want her
you really want her
you’re hot and you’re thirsty
and you’re in the desert
and she’s like water
she smiles until her face is petrified and begins to crack
she wraps her hands in plastic bags at night
she wants to preserve what she has
and you want her
you want her you want her
you really want her
you’re hot and you’re bothered and you’re thirsty
and you’re in the desert
and she’s like water
they pluck their hairs one by one
and stand on their heads
it’s no fun
they cut their skin
and it hurts to know
there’s always another girl
don’t you love it when a beautiful woman self-destructs

 

in the arms of another
you always have trouble sleeping
it never feels like heaven
it never seems like a sweet thing
and the night is long
you want to jump into the heart of a song
candy wrappers
 all over the hotel room floor
this passion is poison
it only brings you shame
dropped and broken
never see this place again
run like hell
will everybody just stop trying to tell me not to
candy wrappers
all over the hotel room floor
you know the reasons
but knowing doesn’t change anything
you still can’t let anybody ever touch you where they hurt you
you just want to feel better
again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again
candy wrappers....

 

she left her stuff and took off
while you were on the road
she finally decided
you are someone else’s problem
the old guitar on the wall
precariously hung
and when it falls it will become somebody else’s problem
everybody closed their doors and turned away
they don’t need you
they shut their eyes and try to sleep
but in their dreams they will see you
bills don’t stop coming in
so you just stop paying them
the cost has now become somebody else’s problem
your itchy skin and dirty feet
you scratch at them until they bleed
the heart that doesn’t beat is someone else’s problem
everybody closed their doors and turned away
they don’t need you
they shut their eyes and try to sleep
but in their dreams they still see you
you blew it all very well by yourself
and everybody knows that every hell is someone else’s problem
make your bed
jump in it
let the candle burn until the nightmare has become somebody else’e problem
everybody close your doors and turn away
everybody close your eyes and turn away

 

she was a virgin until you
she was something to do
she was a canvas ready to be painted full of misery and disease
sex and drugs
younger girls love to please
she brings you chocolate chips to eat
you have got such sweet teeth
you lost a couple recently
sex and drugs
you have done everything
you are not touched by anything
not by longing, regret, or shame
or love or sun or rain
or sex and drugs

 

where we come from
they leave their young
on their own
by the side of the road
in the milkweed
we split them open
and release the seeds
never saved
never healed
never tell how you feel
keep it all to yourself
all the things you can’t help
house is empty
and locked from inside
we got no key
and we’re hungry
we climb up roofs
we break windows
to get in
we’re shivering
-chorus-
over the rain
there is blue sky
every new day
brings some new fight
after the rain
there is clear sky
every new day
turns back to night
-chorus-

 

standing in the yard
counting the leaves
waiting for a lightning bolt
to bring me to my knees
will i be let down
by the sunshine and the earth and the clouds
lying on the couch
with a tabloid magazine
how to keep the dream the alive
gotta do it for the money
if i say it a hundred times
 can i learn to believe the lie
don’t believe in promises
it won’t happen unless it does
don’t believe in miracles
some problems cannot be solved
shooting blades of grass
shadows move so fast
all the things i thought i knew
now where do i go and what do i do
failure failure failure failure failure

 

she seems so free
 sleeping under the stars
getting clean in the ocean
hitch a ride in somebody’s car
vagabond vagabond vagabond
where’d you come from
and oh when it’s cold where will you go
find an empty house
but the fire won’t start
your jacket is feeling thin
and your boots are splitting open
vagabond vagabond vagabond
where’d you come from
they’ll pick you up and they’ll pass you around
they’ll find you wine-stained and frozen on the ground
where will you go
when you’re all alone
vagabond vagabond vagabond
where’d you come from
and where will you go

 

 

you lay down to start a song
with headphones on the drug goes straight to your heart
but very soon the music stops
shot you down right at the most important part
the batteries are dead
totally dead
the batteries are dead
completely dead
you left your phone in my car
i watched it move across the seat and then nothing
was somebody wanting you
we’ll never know because i threw that phone out the window
-chorus-
this is a test
the war is coming
this is where we rest
before reloading
again and again
like blazing sunshine
heads hit the wall
explode and rewind
the batteries are dead
totally completely dead
completely fucking dead

 

don’t need to know your name
come on let’s slip away
we’re wasting time
your place or mine
we’re wasting time
beautiful sister with the golden hair
you’re like the flowers sweetening the air
we’re wasting time
your place or mine
we’re wasting time
losing precious time
minutes rushing by
think that you can love me
before you know
don’t make me explain the emptiness inside
i’ll draw you a picture while you drive
-chorus-

 

now your standards change with poverty
certain things become luxuries
so drive yourself down to the pawn shop
there’s nothing to cry about
there are thousands of guitars
all over the world
so shake off that sorrow, shame and self-pity
your ’69 SG was never a necessity
the Beatles and Stones and Raspberries
will always be there to remind you of what will always be
thousands of guitars all over the world
millions, even
all over the world
stop holding on
the rest have all been sold
give her a kiss goodbye
then just let her go
don’t you know that they never really die
there’s no graveyard or heaven in the sky
there’ll be one for you when you can
they’re everywhere
they just change hands
thousands of guitars
hold on to your soul
never give it away
and you’ll always be all right