Everybody wants to play a song for the girls To make 'em fall in love so true 'Cause when you ain't got money for diamonds or pearls You gotta make a guitar work for you Playing kinda quiet for some tipsy stranger "Babe, your body is a wonderland" But by the look of your face it'll take more than John Mayer To get a girl to hold your hand So put down your collar, quit pretending you're a baller Put the bottle down and read a book or two Get your pen to the paper and I'll listen to your song Just get a goddamn metronome before you do I met a goth kid wearing girl's pants in the hall He was talking how the new bands suck Saying, "If you don't see how hate machine speaks to us all, Boy, I'm telling you, you just don't know what's up" He was smoking packs of cloves like they're going out of style So I left for the safety of my lungs He had so much anger in his MySpace profile I'd be worried if he was strong enough to shoot a gun So stop starving yourself thin, get some sunlight on your skin Maybe you'll find life isn't so bad I guarantee you'd feel better playing frisbee with your neighbors Instead of hanging around Hot Topic looking sad

I come from the land of the free roaming cow Where the ground's so tough it'll break your plow The winter never comes because it's scared of the summers And people chew tobacco while they're driving in their Hummers There's Dallas for the malls and the high-fashion shops Well, Austin has the music and El Paso has the rocks And every little town has got its own Dairy Queen Where the fire ants and mosquitos keep the locals looking mean Texas, Texas, take me home to see 'em I miss the yellow roses that I saw in your museum Our seafood is awful but our Mexican's the best Just ask the tough Latinos with their last names on their chests They gave me a few tips back in my high school 'Cause in gym class all the white boys gotta learn how to be cool Now I miss the teasing and the big empty streets When I listen I can hear barbed-wire fences calling me To where the sport of football is a holy war On which the Catholics and Baptists agree like they never have before Texas, Texas, leaving you still hurts me I went up north to study at a university

Sit chill in a stone-cold dormitory bathroom, keeping out the sunrise Dust-lined mirror shows I'm still bloodshot, unshaved and tired But I'm wired, still coming off of a cheap-wine buzz from the previous evening Wish I'd slept, but that brings dreams and things I don't want to see Memories of when I was young, when friends were first getting their smoker's lungs I was close to my books and neighbors, video players, daytime reruns Old Nickelodeon shows. While mom's folding up clothes I'd read about good men Who knew when it was time for them to just stand up and hold the line, but I Grew up and got through high school, living in the real world, much less black and white And I love these shadows but I miss the light of a story that turns out right The way it ought, so I fought to find a way to get back to my bed Because I still live in the neighborhood School feels like a summer camp And I don't miss the weather, but something in the wind Held me together, back home without The shifting chills and cable bills and songs to help me sleep And now I'm running on calloused feet 'til someone else sees The pretty ghost that's been haunting me A dead parade of alumni calling insomniacs to arms To lift a toast to buying out the farm Laughing at the brand-new frat boys throwing up in their backyards We tip our hats to the lineage, we know our father's names But I don't wanna come the way they came, books and drinks the same To grow up divorced and middle-aged 'Cause it seems they're missing what kids still have You can tell by listening when they laugh 'Cause everything's funny in a different way Once you've betrayed what you believed, and I see that But I need a foothold, family, stories I can try to live Even if I can't still be kid, how can I rest without a place where I can lay my head? And I don't miss the weather, but something in the wind Held me together Back home without The shifting chills and cable bills and songs to help me sleep So now I'm running on calloused feet 'til someone else sees The pretty ghost that's been haunting me And I don't know about what to do without Can I keep my little dreams? History is shutting me out And I'm jaded from collective memories, so Save me One more dance by the playground swings I'll grow up but there's a few things I intend to keep Storybook living

The lobby chairs are empty 'cause there's class going on But in between you know the crowds are gonna flow With glazed eyes they've been waiting since the dawn For their Friday-night salvation but it's coming kinda slow They're thinking about their papers, they're thinking about their dreams They're wondering how far they're gonna go Every muscle in their bodies crying out for release Build up and tear it down again, that's how it goes Let's all get stoned My Bob Dylan songs ain't for listening alone Let's get hammered, there's Stoli in the 'fridge We'll paint made up gang signs underneath the bridge I wanna talk With a nose-ringed brunette at a party on the riverwalk The we'll sleep like the dead, our bodies spent on the bed, With nothing left in our aching heads Hell yes Dinner and TV 'til your friends are all ready Do you think you'd flirt with a girl in this skirt? That shotglass will spill if you don't hold it steady And it tastes a lot better if you mix with Squirt Brothers get out their polos and turn their hats to the right All the technical guys finally start to unwind 'Cause everybody's going to a party tonight That only half will remember, but the rest don't mind And the cans go pop And the dorm doors lock Then the music's blaring out at every house on the block The police drive by and the kids get stopped The poker players bet, and they wait for the flop That athlete's got 'roid rage! This place is kinda strange-- Did you catch that girl's name, do you think she's underage? Everybody's laughing, and most are trying to just get laid But now you've gotta leave 'cause they're closing down the stage So friends call friends and say Let's all get stoned My Bob Dylan songs ain't for listening alone Let's get hammered, there's Stoli in the 'fridge We'll paint made up gang signs underneath the bridge I wanna talk With a nose-ringed brunette at a party on the riverwalk The we'll sleep like the dead, our bodies spent on the bed, With nothing left in our aching heads Hell yes The end of the night comes down with a whimper As drinks come back up into strangers' bathtubs Through lonelier eyes the world looks simpler And your buddy's still begging to refill his cup You didn't meet a girl worth getting to know Though you heard a decent story about this one that's sorta whore-y Nothing really happened and now it's all slow There's a bum at the QD, drinking a forty And he's shaking from the cold that you don't feel You kinda miss the feeling, but you're still reeling You want to be reminded your body's real But vodka and beer are less than revealing Everybody's going to their separate beds But you can't sleep with the thoughts you keep 'Cause you're thinking about the mantra your friends all said 'Til your eyes droop shut, but you don't dream deep You know that it'll only repeat Let's all get stoned My Bob Dylan songs ain't for listening alone Let's get hammered, there's Stoli in the 'fridge We'll paint made up gang signs underneath the bridge I wanna talk With a nose-ringed brunette at a party on the riverwalk The we'll sleep like the dead, our bodies spent on the bed, With nothing left in our aching heads Hell yes Hell yes Hell

My heart's worn out, and I need a rest From everything that We don't talk about, these weights on my chest Are making me low And I don't know what you thought, but I can see A room full of evidence that I don't really want to fix me And your smile can't hide The fact that you let it get to you Yeah, you're saying it's okay And I don't get it--but I'm going to As days go by, well, I could forget But not if you're gonna be Standing there beside, with your regrets Making questions just for show Telling jokes that we all know Keep your emotions in the closet And you're playing with your hair Since you're all too aware Of our love and how you lost it And your smile can't hide The fact that you let it get to you Yeah, you're saying it's okay Although the sting won't go away Well, you don't have to lie to me You don't have to lie to me And you don't have to lie To yourself, babe

I always tried to dodge that starry-eyed naivete That tends to make me sigh and feel that strange love that isn't real It only took a wistful look From a girl for me to turn her into a book Of epic love and sacrifice When really she's just shy or nice And it makes me feel dumb Pretending each girl could be the one So I think that I'm finally done Pretending my true love has come (she's not the one) When I found I tended to invent Relationships on false pretense I taught myself to keep things straight 'Cause "I love you" has too much weight And things got better, life was light I was feeling like I got it right Just doing whatever I wanted to 'Til recently when I met you Boy, this is pretty wierd It's that old feeling that I feared But my eyes are open and my head is clear And still whenever you are near It's like we're living in a movie on a silver screen A cast of thousands around us as we run from scene to scene In our bare feet, sun-streaked, down empty streets To meet in half-lit temporary sanctuaries Sitting with our backs to the wall to catch our breath Every time we kiss it's like we're cheating death And when you're sitting in front of me I guess love is something that I could believe So if it's our lot to be this knot For which we fought and lied and shot Ourselves in the foot, well that's alright I could give up a lot for tonight Yeah, I could give up a lot for tonight And I know this movie's gonna end (See, babe, we all got to go) Just as quickly as it began (It's gonna be the end of the show) And maybe we'll step back and just be friends But I'm holding you close until then Yeah, I'm holding you close until then

Thought it would be easy to see you up there Thought it would be ordinary, why would anyone care So why's it feel wrong when I see you walk away With the winner of the auction for your charity date I coulda paid I've got money in the bank I coulda paid I've got money in the bank I coulda paid, but I didn't Why do I feel so tired this early tonight And why do I feel so invisible, like I'm just out of sight You gave me a look saying it's okay And I smiled back, but I still turned around To watch the two of you going back to your place So why's it feel wrong when I see you walk away With the winner of the auction for your charity date I coulda paid I've got money in the bank I coulda paid I've got money in the bank I coulda paid, but I didn't