Stuck Between Stations

There are nights when I think that Sal Paradise was right Boys and girls in America, they have such a sad time together Sucking off each other at the demonstrations Making sure their makeup's straight Crushing one another with colossal expectations Dependent, undisciplined, sleeping late She's a really cool kisser and she wasn't all that strict of- Damn, good dancer but she wasn't all that great of a girlfriend And he likes the warm feeling but he's tired of all the dehydration Oh, most nights are crystal clear Tonight it's like he's stuck between stations on the radio You know, the Devil and John Berryman They took a little walk together Ended up on Washington talking to the river He said, "I've surrounded myself with doctors and deep thinkers Big heads and soft bodies make for lousy lovers" There was that night that we thought John Berryman could fly But he didn't, so he died She said, "You're pretty good with words, words won't save your life" And they didn't, so he died And he was drunk and exhausted He was critically acclaimed and respected And he loved the Golden Gophers But he hated all the drawn-out winters He likes the warm feeling But he's tired of all the dehydration Yeah, most nights were kind of fuzzy But that last night he had total retention Yeah, these Twin City kisses They sound like clicks and hisses We all come down and drowned In the Mississippi River We drink and we dry up and now we crumble into dust We get wet and we corrode and now we're covered up in rust We drink and we dry up and now we crumble into dust We get wet and we corrode and now we're covered up in rust She was a really cool kisser, wasn't all that strict of a Christian She was a damn good dancer but she wasn't all that great of a girlfriend Well, he likes the warm feeling but he's tired of all the dehydration Most nights are crystal clear but tonight it's like he's stuck between stations Yeah, these Twin City kisses They sound like clicks and hisses We all come down and drowned