Stuck Between Stations The Hold Steady

[Verse 1]
There are nights when I think that Sal Paradise was right
Boys and girls in America—they have such a sad time together
Sucking off each other at the demonstrations
Making sure their makeup's straight
Crushing one another with colossal expectations
Dependent, undisciplined, sleeping late

[Chorus]
She was a really cool kisser, and she wasn't all that strict of a Christian
She was a damn good dancer, but she wasn't all that great of a girlfriend
He likes the warm feeling, but he's tired of all the dehydration
Most nights are crystal clear, but tonight, it's like he's stuck between stations
On the radio

[Verse 2]
The Devil and John Berryman, they took a walk together
And they ended up on Washington, talking to the river
He said, "I surrounded myself with doctors and deep thinkers
But big heads and soft bodies make for lousy lovers"
There was that night that we thought John Berryman could fly
But he didn't, so he died
She said, "You're pretty good with words, but words won't save your life"
And they didn't, so he died

[Chorus]
Yeah, he was drunk and exhausted, but he was critically acclaimed and respected
He loved the Golden Gophers, but he hated all the drawn-out winters
He likes the warm feeling, but he's tired of all the dehydration
Most nights were kind of fuzzy, but that last night, he had total retention