Lyrics
I must be almost old enough to hear the bad news
Tell me now
We can drink to Minneapolis and Vegas
It may be an almost absolute relief for us
On our way down
And everyone around
I’ll walk around the city snapping pictures
Uninvolved
And wasting no one’s hopes for me
No one left to look at me as if I’ve let them down
No longer sounding like I’m trying to change the key
I’m going to be the picture of agreeability
They’ll call me the picture of agreeability
Get that original thought away from me