Engine Slaughter Beach, Dog

When they stole that van
From in front of my house
There was a part of me tied to engine
Maybe I was the engine
Dragging those boys through the desert
Tumbleweeds in my hubcaps
Tambourine shoved in the driveshaft
Good chords locked in the glovebox

Pull it all downstairs
In the red light bar
On the carpeted Stage
The ceiling comes down to my ballcap
Outside the air weighs a hundred pounds
Bridesmaids pour out of the bar doors
Everything black but the concrete

You take the front seat
I'll try to drive
It's hard enough singing
When the hotel chokes on your memories
Maybe let's watch The Sopranos
Maybe let's order Chinese
The laundry machine isn't breathing

I write about Julie
In a little white chair
There's nothing for music
There's styrofoam crushed in the garbage
Someone says let's get a move on
Aw man I'm just gettin my groove on
There's sleeping bags over their shoulders