Division St. Girl

Lyrics

Painted up Division Street girl She's a pretty denim queen Bird of paradise eyes Bird-of-paradise-dying eyes But I could sight read those slangy lips I could sight read those hips And anyway out loud she says Hey sucker Are you lonely? Well that's alright You don't have to say anything I can always tell when You lost something big Something real big Well we all did A jukebox in an empty room Conjures up the blues They got my song on it Wanna dance? Cause it's just you and me and the gravity You and me down on Division Street And it's like we've landed on the enemy's side The other guys all quit They left us with nothing when they split 'Cept the cold and the quiet And the blues to sing about it