Cheyenne Sunrise - The Hold Steady

When I left I wasn’t thinking

That I wasn’t coming home

But first Al Green and then Barry White

Convinced me not to go And I didn’t come home for vitamins

I came to bandage up my hand

And if you’re gonna talk to me like that

Then I’ll just go back out again

Wipe that chip right off your shoulder

We ain’t getting any younger

And some things are getting bigger

Some things are falling off

Some things they seem much harder

Some other things stay soft

We’re tipping over in the taprooms

We’re shooting through the ceiling

We’re dying in the bathrooms

And we’re living for that one sweet fleeting feeling

I know my cough sounds awful

Some nights it hurts a bit to breathe

But I’m glad it’s just my body

I do my business on the street

We ain’t getting any younger

Tomorrow night we’ll be that much older

Some kids are growing awkward

Some kids are going off

We’re fingering the punchbowl

We’re feeding from the trough

There’s nothing quite like a Cheyenne sunrise

To make us has-beens feel too old

Onward Christian soldiers

We’re gonna bash right through your borders

I bet your next party gets sketchy

I saw the new kids nodding off

Some things are getting bigger

Some things are falling off

Some things seem that much harder

Some other things stay soft