Long Island Sound Lyrics - Complicated Game - James Mcmurtry

New Mexico's lost in the back streets of Austin 

Carolina keeps all her thoughts to herself 

Tennessee's tight and he will not stop talking 

Somebody shush him 'fore I have to myself 

I wrote that verse for the kids but I never did sing it 

I filed it away and forgot it in time 

My old guitar sits in the back bedroom closet 

Next to the closet the shotgun I got when I was nine 

If I had any sense I'd be way 'cross the Whitestone 

I might as well sit here a while 'fore I start 

Cause when the 5:30 rush hits the cross-island parkway 

It's not for the squeamish of the gentle of heart 

I'd be stuck on the bridge in the right land at sunset 

Watching the boats with their snowy white sails 

Watching the sun sinking over the projects 

Laundry hung out of the balcony rails 

And where are you now my long secret love 

Where have you gone in your glamorous life 

Where are you now as the moon comes a-rising 

Are you somebody's love, are you somebody's wife 

And these are the best days 

These are the best days 

Y'all put your money away 

I've got the round 

Here's to all you strangers 

The Mets and the Rangers 

Long may we thrive on the Long Island Sound 

I don't know what goes on in those crumbling brick buildings 

They're on the same planet in a whole 'nother world 

I got a bay boat and a 401k 

Two cars in the driveway, two boys and a girl 

It doesn't seem long since we came up from Tulsa 

Been here six years and I reckon we'll stay 

The company's not bad as the companies go 

They still got the health plan and they're raising my pay 

And the kids all play soccer like nobody's business 

My grandma says we're just letting 'em fall through 

They don't go to church and we're not gonna make 'em 

They all drop their R's like the Islanders do 

And these are the best days 

These are the best days 

Y'all put your money away 

I've got the round 

Here's to all you strangers 

The Mets and the Rangers 

Long may we thrive on the Long Island Sound 

I remember her singing from that dusty old hymnal 

Smelled like tobacco from granddaddy's pipe 

That old rugged cross 'til she took down the shingles 

You've never heard such a noise in your life 

I had a tire run low so I dug through the glovebox 

I needed the manual to locate the jack 

Found a couple old picks and a 20 gauge shuttle 

Left from a dove hunt a couple years back 

And these are the best days 

These are the best days 

Y'all put your money away 

I've got the round 

Here's to all you strangers 

The Mets and the Rangers 

Long may we thrive on the Long Island Sound 

New Mexico's lost in the back streets of Austin 

Carolina keeps all her thoughts to herself