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