Hold On, Slow John

All the locks are broken

Everything's been stolen

Hold on, Slow John

All she left you was a sloganNow your heart is breaking

Lonesome and forsaken

Hold on, Slow John

There's always a chance

For the taking

Hey now, two is a crowd

Plus that's what you get

For dogging aroundNothing I can say to you

Will return her grace to you

Nothing I can do for you now

Remember when you couldn't wait

To get out of the starting gate

Well, that all seems like history nowTrucks along the highway

No one's going your way

Inside a crippled car

Celibate stars

You wonder if anyone's noticed

You're gone

So hold on, Slow John

There's no getting used

To the taste of a gun