I'm waiting on Mercury, living on lead, aces and eights fill my dreams. From the shadows of dark places and a hurt in my heart, nothing's quite as bad as it seems.
Horses with short noses and cards that were good but never good enough, I've lied with the best, but put to the test, I never could learn how to bluff.
How many stars in the sky? All I really want to know is how many stars in the sky.
Masterpieces from the East and the West and a '54 Esquire out of tune. News from the border, the phone's out of order with songs from a Tex Avery cartoon.
I woke up dreaming that Knocky was back and he was burning up the keyboard. Stinking of gin, looking crazy again, he played in waltz time and pretty music soared.
How many stars in the sky? All I really want to know is how many stars in the sky.
Counting the stars, closing the bars, I do what I can for the soul.
All the rage on the wrong side of the water, working for hooch close to home. Burning both ends, counting on friends, I'm not walking on water alone.
How many stars in the sky? All I really want to know is how many stars in the sky.
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