Faces and beer

The Capitol Years - Faces And Beer

I’m gonna go
Where the wheels turn slow
Drive you home
Drive home alone
Somehow you missed
The train when it came
The roads were too slick
My words too plain
Go home
Please yourself
Don’t be sad
The day will come back

I wanna know
Don’t make me guess
Nervous reports
Were reaching your friends
Faces and beer
Unfold on the bar
Three singers appeared
The room was cleared
On the floor
Three dead microphones
Don’t be sad
Tomorrow, come back

Lies were told
Dimes thrown
Lines were blown
Crowds were formed
A chorus of whores
Danced by the doors
Where you stood alone
A crowd of your own
Solo
Please yourself
Don’t be sad
Tomorrow, come back

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