Poor Places (American Aquarium)

[Verse 1] It's my father's voice trailing off Sailors sailing off in the morning, to fight the war For the air-conditioned rooms At the top of the stairs, at the head of the table [Chorus] But it takes all the life out of me When it's hot in the poor places tonight I'm not going outside [Verse 2] There's bourbon on the breath Of the singer you love so much, he doesn't care If he takes all his words from the books That you don't read anyway For the air-conditioned rooms At the top of the stairs, at the head of the table with a facе that never smiles [Chorus] But it takеs all the breath out of me When it's hot in the poor places tonight I'm not going outside And I cried all over overseas It takes all the breath out of me When it's hot in the poor places tonight I'm not going outside It's hot in the poor places tonight I'm not going outside I'm not going outside I'm not going outside