Из альбома: Live at the Doug Fir Lounge: Portland Oregon September 23, 2005
Three day vacation three days away
The turd club race book and I’m barely losing
While you’re sitting next to me laughing and
I’m barely losing
Souvenirs we are buying t-shirts and snow globes
We’re getting our pictures taken underneath the sign
Lounge bands we are watching while playing video poker
46 ounce margaritas we are drinking
We’re having dinner at the Santa Fe and
We’re walking underneath lights and
We’re staying on the seventh floor of the Fitzgerald
We’re walking along the railroad tracks
At five in the morning
Wishing we could always be like this
That we’ll never have to go back