Drive By Truckers
Brighter Than Creation's Dark
The Opening Act
Theres a big fat man on a mechanical bull in slow motion like Debra Winger
And he gets knocked off and I think hes hurt,
Its a bitch facing facts and figures
Theres a band on stage that used to be huge
They sound on but no ones listening
Theyre told to turn down and they politely oblige
Aint no such thing as a free ride
It aint my problem and it aint my show and I aint being condescending
Its just the opening slot and I hit my mark and split as the crowd is thinning
The mans on the guest list so I guess it will be alright
So the paramedics arrive and they haul off that Urban Bovine Kneivel
I see my friend and give him all my money and tell myself its a necessary evil
And its all such a fleeting thing so Id best try and enjoy it
So much beauty and just enough time to figure out how to destroy it
Im just the opening act
And it aint my crowd and it aint my night but Id be lying if I said I cant relate
Im just the opening act and the van is packed and Im hauling ass to another state
And Im driving north as the sun was rising over a Technicolor horizon
I reached out to touch you but youre not there, a thousand miles away from here
I turned up the radio; heard some preacher talking salvation
My tank is half full and I reached over and changed the station