Rilo Kiley - A Town Called Luckey Lyrics
Happy birthdayYou're half way to sixtyYou have no land of your ownA job you despise and a lover that's meanAnd you started noticing a disturbing thingBirds eating other birds just beyond the screenSo packed up your things and hopped on the freeway, headed eastAnd you drove for eight days aimlesslyTelling yourself to be humbleSinging yourself to be freeBeing full aware that it's a middle aged crisis type thingAnd you drove until you saw a sign for a town called LuckeySpelled L-U-C-K-E-YWhere the sugar towers rise to line and meet the streetsChecked into a motel, slept on cardboard sheetsThat covered the blood-stained matress underneathWent to the local bar and you got yourself a drinkTelling yourself to be humbleSinging yourself to be freeIt's a middle aged crisis type thingIt was the most rag-tag group you had ever seenA splendid man witha moustache on both sides, nothing in-betweenLooking like a preachers son who had given into the devil-worshipping sceneHe was a real looker and he bought you a drinkAnd you proceeded to tell him everythingAnd you were getting a bit hysterical it seemedAnd you laughed like a carburetor, and then you screamedAll the doubt and the disbeliefTelling yourself to be humbleSinging yourself to be freeIt's a middle aged crisis type thingAnd he told you how he came to beAs an altar boy by his father's kneesAnd how he came to lose his faithThere was no touching but advances were madeAnd his father's hand in slow motion was approaching himAnd the doubt and disbelief crept over his young heart like the black oceanA storm cloud a hurricane if you willA storm cloud a hurricaneTelling yourself to be humbleSinging yourself to be freeIt's a middle aged crisis type thingGo home lady, find yourself happyIt's just a middle aged crisis type thingIt's a middle aged crisis type thingIt's a middle aged crisis type thingIt's a middle aged crisis type thingIt's a middle aged crisis type thingIt's a middle aged crisis type thing
