Solid Air: Music
End of the Century (from Heartbreak Town CD, 1996)
(Solid Air)
END OF THE CENTURY
There's a slow wheel grinding in the old grist mill,
Fat innkeeper with his hand in the till.
Thunder never strikes, it rolls
rolls like the devil with a fishing pole.
We've got a live one here
Got another tall tale from the bottom of a beer.
I wouldn't lie
He's a private eye who does Elvis on the side.
Let's show these jokers on the nine-to-five
How 'bout you and me, take a little moonlight ride.
Ooo down Main Street, at the end of the century.
Keep the ball rolling, don't let it stop
It's a dead heat race until the loser drops.
Drops out like the bottom of an alibi
He's flying circles in a purple sky.
We've got a live one here
Got another tall tale from the bottom of a beer.
I wouldn't lie
He's a part-time pilot, makes deliveries on the sly.
Let's show these jokers on the nine-to-five.
How 'bout you and me, take a little moonlight ride
Ooo down Main Street, at the end of the century.
You're on a private rampage with your broken heart
You leave 'em hanging with your cupid's darts.
And her satin dress all dangling down
In the muddy water on the 'skirts of town.
We've got a live one here
Got another tall tale from the bottom of a beer.
I wouldn't lie
She's a party girl, takes 'em two at a time.
Let's show these jokers on the nine-to-five
How 'bout you and me, take a little moonlight ride.
Ooo down Main Street, at the end of the century.
©1995 Allegra Broughton