Pinball Song

Six weeks on the road now, I'm feeling kind of spent
 There's a few things I need and ones a friend
 A few good games of pinball and a double whiskey sour
 I'll rinse it with a beer and repeat again
 You know I couldn't find you in the place you used to be
 I'm a sucker for the old times, that's me
 But I asked around the bar and they said you were gone for a couple of days
 On a vacation in the drunk tank so they'd say
 I saw that girl you used to know at the other end of the bar
 I never thought she'd ever get that far
 She said you two were through, it seemed you were driving for different things
 I said I understood, I've wrecked that car
 So now there's thirteen empty bottles, a glass or two or four
 The lights came on we headed for the door
 But the night was adolescent and she said she wanted more
 And that's what she kept the apple blossom for
 So up the stairs to her apartment with the Christmas lights that blink
 It's the second week of May but that'd be okay
 Except that under those blinking lights we opened a big old can of stink
 And you smell it soon enough in one more day
 Saturday, the twelfth of May, the policeman turns the valve
 And the first drunk of the weekend dribbles out
 Collect all your effects and take a cab straight to the bar
 You're wondering what the whisperings all about
 Well I'll tell you:
 It's about the easy sheen of alcohol, of better-not-do's done
 Of blinking lights and the curse of roomates' tongues
 An entire bar's worth holding theirs, but it only takes just one
 And then it's pass that can around, it's your turn, son
 Because this pinball gane I'm playing, you know it's not the same
 Times used to be you and me could always match
 Yeah and the multiball came easy just like the replay game
 And the wagers won and tossed hard down the hatch
 So now I nailed the free game and there's a bottle across my head
 My table tilts, I'm headed for the floor
 Went out to find an old friend but I lost me one instead
 I lost it all for just another score