It's kind of hard to play guitar in my car
I can only stretch myself out so far
closed off from a louring
and the sad old man in his dripping tears and shame
Hey now now hey now
The women pass stare at their reflection in the plate glass windows
The suits throw diet pepsi cans in the trash
I know it's time to buy another record
Stan Getz, to let me forgot for just a minute
Hey now now hey now
He's done everything he can
He's really not a man
Hey now now hey now