The Ambassador The Hold Steady

You were in Michigan
She was pretty much livin' in
Three two bar a stretch to call a club
It was called the Ambassador
She was pretty much crashin' there
The space between the skin and all the blood

The nights were hot and hissin' like an iron
Days spent climbin' walls like a vine

A Bay City tire shop
Is just a temporary stop
A touch-down on a trip that was mostly undefined
You were still staying there
All the halls smelled like burning hair
In the end it made you sick but at first you didn't mind

The nights were hot and hissin' like an iron
The days were cold and crushed you like a can
Years spent faking pain and making plans

Pretty sure you'd recognize these guys
They were asking 'round for you just the other night
Blood on the bed and the lights in her eyes
If you came around the back we could take them by surprise