572 Cuthbert Blvd
[Verse 1]
Parking your car
A rendezvous overdue at the bar
And I could say we‘re the same
But it would seem that you‘re the man to ask these days
As you bend the truth

[Chorus]
With a collection of stories you've hid
Where do I begin?
If everyone's pulling up floorboards
Listening in

[Verse 2]
You're hot shit and it seems that I'm the last to know
Forced to call out my neighborhood shrink
She'll make me choose between food or a drink
Sharing wives‘ tales
About speakeasies beside the turnpike gates
A recent problem in the Diner State
[Pre-Chorus]
But won't you just hear the news
You're counting on rain checks
Just train wrecks
And I am sifting through

[Chorus]
The collection of places you've been
Where should I begin?
When I could be pulling up floorboards
I'm listening intently