Stuck Between Stations [acoustic Version] Lyrics - The Hold Steady

There are nights when I think Sal Paradise was right 

Boys and girls in America have such a sad time together 

Sucking off each other at the demonstrations 

Making sure their makeup's straight 

Crushing one another with colossal expectations 

Dependent, undisciplined, and sleeping late 

She was a really cool kisser and she wasn't all that strict of a Christian 

She was a damn good dancer but she wasn't all that great of a girlfriend 

She likes the warm feeling but she's tired of all the dehydration 

Most nights are crystal clear 

But tonight it's like it's stuck between stations 

On the radio 

The devil and John Berryman 

Took a walk together 

They ended up on Washington 

Talking to the river 

He said 'I've surrounded myself with doctors 

And deep thinkers 

But big heads with soft bodies 

Make for lousy lovers' 

There was that night that we thought John Berryman could fly. 

But he didn't 

So he died 

She said you're pretty good with words 

But words won't save your life 

And they didn't 

So he died 

He was drunk and exhausted but he was critically acclaimed and respected 

He loved the Golden Gophers but he hated all the drawn out winters 

He likes the warm feeling but he's tired of all the dehydration 

Most nights were kind of fuzzy 

But that last night he had total retention 

These Twin Cities kisses 

Sound like clicks and hisses 

We all tumbled down and 

Drowned in the Mississippi River 

We drink 

And we dry up 

And now we crumble into dust 

We get wet 

And we corrode 

And now we're covered up in rust 

We drink 

And we dry up 

And now we crumble into dust 

We get wet 

And we corrode 

And now we're covered up in rust 

She was a really cool kisser and she wasn't all that strict of a Christian 

She was a damn good dancer but she wasn't all that great of a girlfriend 

She likes the warm feeling but she's tired of all the dehydration 

Most nights are crystal clear 

But tonight it's like it's stuck between stations 

These Twin Cities kisses 

Sound like clicks and hisses 

We all come down and drown