Well I went down to the liquor store to see if there was something I could drink
Well I bought myself a bottle and I poured it down my own kitchen sink
Well I went down to the record store to see if there was something I could sing
I said "I only know a couple chords but maybe you could help me"
They said "we ain't got what you're looking for, in fact I think we're closing"
Well go on and wipe those subtle curves and hope to God that paint don't chip
Well go on and tell yourselves you'll live forever; your lives won't end
An outline of a white guitar with music notes behind it
I put a cole into your paper heart, I took a drag and I smoked it
Well I went down to the library to find myself a book
As I sat down to read it I saw my heart unhook
It had a picture of you inside
When I looked at it, I damn near cried
'Cause I know you're closing and I know you're not coming back now