Lyrics Cass McCombs

Cass McCombs

That's That

On a whim

We climbed in a car

That was headed down South

You were older

And I was hard-pressed for action

Could you tell?

You said "Here, my dear"

At the vanity fair

"Let's make hay while the Sun shines!"

But was it fair?

Old playthings are all laid to waste

Thrown out to make better space

So I got a job

Cleaning toilets

At a nightclub in Baltimore

And I guess that's that

Almost shorter than a dream

And definitely of less noise

Old playthings are all laid to waste

Thrown out to make better space

Do I Do?