Slate

A worn out joke to keep the flies away

Carried it this far

Got the west side winds to keep it steady

We bury the hatchets we find

Could carry that heavy load

If I really thought it would matter

Farcical hair appears

As a blind side, clean the slate

Working in the halls of shame

Lay it down in full view

Lay it down

What the hell were we thinking

Before the fire burned out?

I can't find you now

And I didn't know you then

Loneliness drinks the bitters

Till the cold winds warm again

It's a feel for the game

Mouth open wide, screams and hollers

Working in the halls of shame

Lay it down in full view

Lay it down

I gambled once and won, never made a dollar

And beauty fades to grey

And I pray the very best will guard her

And provide the way

It's a telltale sign

When it's chairs up, and time to go

Working in the halls of shame

Lay it down in full view

Lay it down