Compositor: Paul Westerberg
Write you a letter tomorrow
Tonight I can't hold a pen
Someone's got a stamp I can borrow
I promise not to blow the address again
Lights that flash in the evening
Through a hole in the drapes
Jesus rides beside me
Never buys any smokes
Well, hurry up, hurry up, ain't you had enough of this stuff
Ashtray floors, dirty clothes, filthy jokes
See you're high and lonesome
Try and try and try
Lights that flash in the evening
Through a hole in the drapes
I'll be home when I'm sleeping
I can't hardly wait
No, I can t wait, I can t wait now
No, I can't wait, I can't wait