Abe Lincoln - American Aquarium

That could’ve been Abe Lincoln sportin' fifty dollar glasses

Standing at the bar throwing all the girls passes

Standing in the rain at the end of the line

Trying to steal something that’ll never be mine

She could’ve been Jean Harlow eating popcorn at the movies

Still trying to get me to listen to them old Flamin' Groovies

Standing on the corner of Hollywood and Vine

Trying to find something that will never be mine

And you’re fading slow

Like a bloodstain on my sleeve

And I’m learning faster and faster

Just what it takes to leave

What it takes to leave

Well I could’ve been a saint and not a rank backslider

But I was praying in a cell, I was so deep inside of her

Standing on the tracks with a bottle of wine

Trying to find something that will never be mine

But you’re fading slow

Like a bloodstain on my sleeve

And I’m learning faster and faster

Just what it takes to leave

Well it could’ve been a blonde in that long red Cadillac

Driving down the Avenue B, baby

Screaming «Fuck you, daddy» I ain’t ever coming back

Staring out the window like an angel divine

Just another kiss that will never be mine

And you’re fading slow

Like a bloodstain on my sleeve

And I’m learning faster and faster

Just what it takes to leave

What it takes to leave

What it takes to leave

What it takes to leave

Yeah, what it takes to leave