Ben Shaw

The edge of a parking lot, trying to find the strength to go in So I can impart in my eakin heart, and my shift can begin The building leads sit on Thursday nights, playing songs that all sound the same I strung guitar for the dim lights and hand lugs, and I think it's funny to miss, but it bounced my name I said, well whiskey is on my table, he's my best lover, and I'm next to a tip jar of Navel I miss the bloodsown from the fire, hasn't always been stripped of all the bugs In a town no one knows, took a chance on the life I could love I saw how far dreams could go, and I hand down the new old leaves They kicked me back to LA, made my last stand in Kansas City But they sent me crawling back to where I was, because I was made for the gamble I was ready for the game, it was more than I could handle on Because I was supposed to club from the same venue So I said don't put good enough, cause it gets me through today I know they'll be sure to come, and the nights are coming on my way I'm trying to stay in my full, all the time I got back Cause I watched the boss start to close down now, I got one more song to blow in my set And I hope that my soul will be found I'll be down in old city nights, you need marquees with my name Now I'm counting my money on the bar, even cold chicken with a green fluorescent shade I'more than a bartender, than a guitar on a stool Bigger than this untabbered heart, singing about dreams