Go, one, two
Coyotes on my left and wolves on my right
Sun keeps shining in the middle of the night
Urban feels suburban, Main Street aint main, yeah
And times like these make me feel strange
A Lincoln came and a Jefferson went
Money on a Maytag and the thing wont spin
Couple hundred dollars feels more like change, yeah
And times like these make me feel strange
Have a smoke
Buy a round
Get on a jetliner goin anywhere bound
Pick a string, sing the blues
Dance a hol in your shoes
Do anything to keep you sane
Cause tims like these make me feel strange
Times like these make me feel strange
Country dont twang, rock and roll aint loud
Every elevator only ever goes down
Everybodys looking for a little cheap fame, yeah
And times like these make me feel strange
Have a smoke
Buy a round
Get on a jetliner goin anywhere bound
Pick a string, sing the blues
Dance a hole in your shoes
Do anything to keep you sane
Cause times like these make me feel strange
Times like these make me feel strange
Have a smoke
Buy a round
Get on a jetliner goin anywhere bound
Pick a string, sing the blues
Dance some holes in your shoes
Do anything to keep you sane
If Monday didnt bring you a grin, thats alright
Pour you up a little something
Cause tomorrow might
Play a guitar as youre rolling away
Singin times like these make me feel strange
Times like these make me feel strange
Made it strange
Made it strange