Here Comes A Regular

Well a person can work up a mean mean thirst

after a hard day of nothin' much at all

Summer's passed, it's too late to cut the grass

There ain't much here to rake now in the fall

Sometimes I just ain't in the mood

to take my place in back with the loudmouths

You're like a picture on the fridge that's never stocked with food

You used to live at home, now you stay at the house

And everybody wants to be special here

They call your name out never fear

Here comes a regular

Call out your name

Here comes a regular

Am I the only one here today?

Well a drinkin' buddy bound to another town

Once the police made you go away

And even if you're in the arms of someone's baby now

I'll drink a great big whiskey to ya anyway

And everybody wants to be someone's here

Someone's gonna show up, never fear

Here comes a regular

Call out your name

Here comes a regular

Am I the only one that feels ashamed?

[Kneeling alongside old Sad Eyes

He says opportunity knocks once then the door slams shut

All I know is I'm sick of everything that my money can buy

The fool who wastes his life, God rest his guts]*

First the lights, then the collar goes up, and the wind begins to blow

You turn your back on a pay-'em-back last call

First the grass, then the leaves, then the snow

Ain't much rakin' anyway in the fall
Here comes a ... 

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*Lines omitted, but are in the original version on Tim

Blog post dedicated to Paul Westerberg, who inadvertently brought me and my wife together 25 years ago at a Replacements show.