Sticky Raincoat Blues

(oooh) A raincoat that never dried on a hotel bed

With our shoes still on and the TV red

Bartender knows what we're drinking tonight

Raises up a plastic cup into the dimming light

And the city is hummin' a song from the start Just a

couple of chords for a fragile heart

Oh, let the rhythm take the weight we carried

Everything we lost, everything we buried

Underneath the late-summer ceiling high

We are finally catching the golden sky

Your glasses are foggy from the outdoor heat

We trace the sidewalk down to the street

Leaving the crowd and the heavy bass sound

Happy to walk on this cooler ground

(hey,

hey, hey)

Underneath the late-summer ceiling high... (ahhhh)