Dutch

[Verse 1]

Mind your step I keep the overhead low

Just the bed and the books and the rotary phone

Chicago Manual of Style keeps the prose right crisp

The Minneapolis Edition, well it goes like this:

Well I talk way too fast

And I shoot from a glass

I keep Pope in the glovebox, Plath on the dash

And there’s nobody shotgun, I got enough gas

To get Vegas by daybreak, I’m not coming back

I’m pushin’ this luck all the way to the coast

I’m throwin it over just to see if it floats

I’m taking my chances, I’m making my own

‘Cause I’ve been pretty impatient, I’m ready to go

[Hook]

I’m the book that beat the speedreader

And I’m the card the dealers won’t touch

And it’s just not true I’m a maneater

All the same, we should probably go Dutch

[Verse 2]

Careful kid with that wolf whistle

You never know what you’ll attract

And you shouldn’t make noise to which you wouldn’t wanna listen

What’s good for the goose is good for the

Gander back and I’m packed and I’m out before dawn

Leave a tip on the sink, ah, the staff they worked hard

I hit rain, I hit sleet, but mostly weather stays good

Hit a deer on I-80: fucked up the hood

But you can’t play for keeps if you never draw blood

You just brace and you breathe

You drive through the dust

You go through people and places

And hope the engine can take it

They get you up on the blocks on a regular basis

But innocence is over-rated based on what you haven’t done

I don’t need a poker face, open book, smoking gun

Renegade agent, I got no taste for their races

I run on whiskey and risk and ennui and impatience

[Hook](x2)

[Verse 3]

Love is like liquor: it burns as it moves you

And far as I figure there’s nobody fireproof

So thank you for the offer, it truly was kind of you

I’d take you up on it, but just passing through

Cause I talk way too fast, and I shoot from a glass

I keep Pope in the glovebox, Plath on the dash

And there’s no one in shotgun, I got enough gas

To get Vegas by daybreak, I’m not coming back

No I’m not coming back

[Hook]