Lyrics:

Brushing out the mane of a silver healer
With 14 dollars and a pick in your pocket
Your daddy already told us watch it
When we'd get a little to close to the bottle rocket
I placed my bets on the silver winner
I just assumed
They were still together
And I'll admit it wasn't the high road but
What's a couple of hours spent asleep at the wheel
I know you've only got a minute or the night long
Let me give you something to feel
I'll always be your
Statue in the hallway
Pin stripe curtains
You've got a woman downstairs
Telling him she's gonna leave you
Halfway to Florida
I call to sing you back to sleep
But you're a prisoner of the night
And she gets to keep you

Coyote banging on the radio show
We're nose deep acting out a bible from The Gideons
I went looking for something to rely on
Back when we couldn't afford to read
You said that you weren't into going out in style
I'll take the night if you let me
Take the night off
I'll always be your
Statue in the hallway
Pin stripe curtains
You've got a woman downstairs
Telling him she's gonna leave you

Halfway to Florida
I call to sing you back to sleep
But you're a prisoner of the night
And she gets to keep you

She gets to keep you