Still Three Shy - The Pink Spiders

The interstates and eighteen wheelers

The sketches on the rest stop bathoom stalls

I call her from a hotel pay phone so far from it all

The odometer is hypnotizing

The tires turn the dirt for miles and miles

I wanna see the Nashville skyline

If only for awhile

Cause I heard about the party last night

I heard that there were drugs and fist fights

When all I see are miles of streetlights

That’s when I miss home

So I try to forget but I die inside every time I miss it

Cause you’re still three shy

Don’t you forget it’s not a party when we’re gone

And if the cops come by

Have a drink and tell them this one’s for the boys

And I will try to forget that I’m gone

A thousand miles until the ocean

Casinos sit a couple miles ahead

The city’s in the rearview mirroi, Tennessee’s in bed

Now I’m drinking at the Blackjack table

A cigarette is hanging from my lips

My head is spinning round in circles as I take a sip

Cause I heard you split a cab home last night

I hope you found your way home alright

Cause underneath a sea of bright lights

I feel alright here