Bobby Weidman - Graceland at 4am

I’m sick of always being on best behavior
Tonight I think I’m gonna not worry about the neighbors
Don’t seem like types to call in a noise complaint
Besides nobody likes police now anyway
Rack up a couple lines and hate ourselves in the mornin
But there’s nothing like Paul Simon at 4am
I’m sick of always being grateful for what I get
Furloughed till god knows when and a check for half-month’s rent
How many times can they kick you under the bus
Another bailout signed and one more that’s not for us
Now I’m having thoughts that I don’t think I could speak
It’s only the strongest that are cut out to feel this weak
I think you always were what we thought you became
You ate us all alive and you did it in God’s name
So long to the dream that we all fell in love with
And sleep well sweet America in the pantheon of myths
I’ll pour my beer out and fill it two times over
I’m goin to Graceland and I ain’t goin sober
I’m sick of always being on my best behavior
Tonight we might as well invite over the neighbors
Seem like good people that I never tried to know
Maybe the takeaway is to finally say hello
Break out the good wine, pay no heed to the warnins
Round here we like to unwind to Paul Simon at 4am
There’s nothing like Paul Simon at 4am

Written by:
Robert Weidman

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