Still got pictures of friends on the wall
I suppose we aren’t really friends anymore
Maybe I shouldn’t ever have called
That thing friendly at all
Get freaked out from a knock at the door
When I haven’t been expecting one
Didn’t that used to be part of the fun, once upon a time?
We’ll be there at the back of the bar
In a booth like we usually were
Every time there was a rocket launch
Or some big event

What a death I died writing that song
Start to finish, with you looking on
It stays between us, Steinway and his sons
‘Cause it’s the ultracheese
Perhaps it’s time that you went for a walk
And dress like a fictional character
From a place they called America
In the golden age
Trust the politics to come along
When you were just trying to orbit the sun
When…

Tranquility Base Hotel & Casino is so f**king excellent.