I met you in a biker bar in Long View Just to shag your shit with nothing to lose So I swaggered up to make my move Wait for a cue
I’d like to think that it happened all gracefully I’d make you laugh and take you home with me But it wasn’t how I’d like it to be
‘Cause then walked in a bald boy with a beer With a spider tattoo behind his left ear Sayin’ “Bite away an attempt to swallow your own teeth” But you know me, yeah
Cause we’re all going ninety to nothing Looking for someone Looking for something Searching for a crutch or a cup to pour us in Hope Morrison
Now keep in mind She had a shiner on her left green eye And her hands were a bit more shaky than mine I can’t imagine he’s the greatest guy To this dime
So here I stand with a soda bottle in my hand Say I’ll protect her But I know I can’t But I was raised to be a better man Than to stand for this
And he got in a few shots to the face And I got in a few shots to the space around his head I thought, “I’m dead” He threw me in an alley, took my keys and drove away as I bled
Cause we’re all going ninety to nothing Looking for someone Looking for something Searching for a crutch or a cup to pour us in Hope Morrison
And as I lay I see the door open up from the bar I see a pretty blonde halo like a light in the dark She passed me up and picked me off of the gravel ground She said her name is Hope, and she asked me if I could stick around
Cause we’re all going ninety to nothing Looking for someone Looking for something Searching for a crutch or a cup to pour us in Hope Morrison
And now I’ve slowed to nothing from ninety I don’t need to wait for my someone to find me House full of mirrors to a door of sin Hope Morrison