I've had this one in rotation off and on for years, but this week it keeps jumping out of my special ski mix that I shook up last week. It captures my mood these days.
What kind of people go to meet people where they can't be heard or seen? I've never been able to figure that one out..
Wound up drunk again on Robson St.
Strange, 'cause we always agreed
At the start of every evening
That's the last place I wanna be
Coffee drinkers dressed in black with no sugar
They don't give me no respect
They say: "Look, here comes another one,"
And I don't know what they mean yet
And I say keep it light enough to travel
Don't let it all unravel
Keep it light enough to travel
Promise me we won't go into the nightclub
I feel so fucked up when I'm in there
Can't tell the bouncers from the customers
And I don't know which ones I prefer
Promise me we won't go into the nightclub
I really think that it's obscene
What kind of people go to meet people
Someplace they can't be heard or seen?
Keep it light enough to travel
Don't let it all unravel
Keep it light enough to travel
I broke the windows of the logging company
Just to get a little release
I had to throw down my accordion
To get away from the police
And I say keep it light enough to travel..
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