Teddy, My Pal, And His Panama Canal - Banquets

I can lose my voice, like I live on wine

The proud would talk it up, the party never died

Run away, I run away

From a job where I could smile

And I’ll stay, I hate what I’ve become

Based in gasoline and talking shit

Heart in hand meant foot to lip

And I’ll say, I hate what I’ve become

I’d rather waste my time being in love

20 years or 20 sips

Getting by doesn’t make a dent

I’m old enough, I want to make my home

Get in line, you can load your shit

I didn’t come home because of who I missed

When you grow up, lets reminisce

Say goodnight to the lady

Say goodnight in a bed of your own

We can pump and push the words

The words that were never stone

Let it lie in waiting

I’d rather stop than hate you slow

Though I used to make you burn

And burn up out of control

I’ve got two left feet, walk back on me

You kept straight with your cut-up lines

Let’s take this all in stide

Let’s take this all in stide

It drove away

I was all ears and all eyes, all ears and all eyes

Taking down the frames of former friends

Better times with bitter ends

I’ll find two words to sum it up and then

Say goodnight to the lady

Say goodnight in a bed of your own

We can pump and push the words

The words that were never stone

Let it lie in waiting

I’d rather stop than hate you slow

Though I used to make you burn

And burn up out of control