Song Description
Up-beat Americana song about capturing change as well as the timeless moments with friends in welcoming atmosphere.
| Song Length |
5:08 |
Genre |
Rock - Roots/Rock n' Roll, Country - Alternative |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Welcoming, Content |
Subject |
Restaurants, Change |
| Similar Artists |
Tom Petty, Death Cab for Cutie |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
I for one come here too often,
drinking beer from large-mouth mason jars.
Belly up to the beer-stained bandstand
where Woody Guthrie's gone bald, punk-rock, and how.
Through the door, all the earth stands still.
Nevermind the clock up on the wall
that counts the minutes fall
since now they never will.
An empty pint jar, and a barstool spinning;
if every end is a new beginning,
then I'll start over with a Black Butte Porter
and step outside with the back porch smokers,
skipping stepping stones with the Mason's daughter.
Through the door, all the earth stands still.
Nevermind the clock up on the wall
that counts the minutes fall
since now they never will.
The band was good and the beer was strong.
I'm as weary as an old country song;
the band was good and the beer was strong.
As tired as a country song,
and all the clocks are stuck on a half-past wrong,
but the band was good and the beer was strong.