Painted up division street girl
She's a pretty denim queen
Bird of paradise eyes
Bird of paradise dying eyes

But I could sight read those slangy lips
I could sight right those hips
And anyway out loud she says
Hey sucker

Are you lonely
Well that's alright
You don't have to say anything
I can always tell when

You lost something big
Something real big
Well we all did
A jukebox in an empty room

Conjures up the blues
They got my song on it
Want to dance
'Cause it's just you and me and the gravity

You and me down on division street
And it's like we've landed on the enemy's side
And the other guys all quit
And they left us with nothing when they split

Except the cold and the quiet
And the blues to sing about it

Copyright: SC PUBLISHING DBA SECRETLY CANADIAN PUB.
Writer(s): Jason Molina