Stuck Between Stations

Lyrics

[Verse 1] There are nights when I think that Sal Paradise was right Boys and girls in America—they have such a sad time together Sucking off each other at the demonstrations Making sure their makeup's straight Crushing one another with colossal expectations Dependent, undisciplined, sleeping late [Chorus] She was a really cool kisser, and she wasn't all that strict of a Christian She was a damn good dancer, but she wasn't all that great of a girlfriend He likes the warm feeling, but he's tired of all the dehydration Most nights are crystal clear, but tonight, it's like he's stuck between stations On the radio [Verse 2] The Devil and John Berryman, they took a walk together And they ended up on Washington, talking to the river He said, "I surrounded myself with doctors and deep thinkers But big heads and soft bodies make for lousy lovers" There was that night that we thought John Berryman could fly But he didn't, so he died She said, "You're pretty good with words, but words won't save your life" And they didn't, so he died [Chorus] Yeah, he was drunk and exhausted, but he was critically acclaimed and respected He loved the Golden Gophers, but he hated all the drawn-out winters He likes the warm feeling, but he's tired of all the dehydration Most nights were kind of fuzzy, but that last night, he had total retention [Bridge] Yeah, these Twin City kisses, they sound like clicks and hisses We all come down and drown in the Mississippi River [Bridge] We drink and we dry up, and now we crumble into dust We get wet and we corrode, and now we're covered up in rust We drink and we dry up, and now we crumble into dust We get wet and we corrode, and now we're covered up in rust [Chorus] She was a really cool kisser, and she wasn't all that strict of a Christian She was a damn good dancer, but she wasn't all that great of a girlfriend He likes the warm feeling, but he's tired of all the dehydration Most nights are crystal clear, but tonight, it's like he's stuck between stations [Outro] These Twin City kisses, they sound like clicks and hisses We all come down and drown