Graceland at 4am — Bobby Weidman

I’m sick of always being on best behavior

Tonight I think I’m gonna not worry about the neighbors

Don’t seem like types to call in a noise complaint

Besides nobody likes the police now anyway

So rack up a couple lines and we’ll hate ourselves in the mornin

But there’s nothing like Paul Simon at 4am

I’m sick of always being grateful for what I get

Furloughed til god knows when and a check for half-month’s rent

How many times can they kick you under the bus

Another bailout signed and one more that’s not for us

Now I’m havin thoughts that I don’t think I could speak

It’s only the strongest that are cut out to feel this weak

I think you always were what we thought you became

You ate us all alive and did it in God’s name

So long to the dream that we all fell in love with

And sleep well sweet America in the pantheon of myths

I’ll pour my beer out and fill it two times over

I’m goin to Graceland and I ain’t goin sober

I’m sick of always being on my best behavior

Tonight we might as well invite over the neighbors

Seem like good people that I never tried to know

Maybe the takeaway is to finally say hello

Break out the good wine, pay no heed to the warnins

Round here we like to unwind to Paul Simon at 4am

There’s nothing like Paul Simon at 4am