Hurricane Party

The hurricane party's windin' down

And we're all waitin' for the end

And I don't want another drink

I only want that last one againHe gave me such a fine glow, smokin' slow

Now I should probably be homeward bound

There's just no one to talk to when the lines go downI guess that in the morning I'll go

Lookin' for my gray-striped cat

My old house can take the weather

So I'm not too concerned about thatIt was built to take the wind back in nineteen-and-ten

When this was one damned fine town

But now there's no one to talk to when the lines go downCandles flickered on the back bar

And the building was shakin' with the wind

I bought a whiskey for the gypsy

And she turned my leather back into skinJust a fleeting sense of that rare suspense

I once thought made the world go round

But now there's no one to talk to when the lines go downOpen up your back screen door

Let me see your face once more

My hands are cold and my feet so sore

And I can't go on this wayAnd the thoughts come too fast

And too many to keep count

Best just to let 'em on through

Now I'm breaking those glass insulators with my old 22Off the telephone polls as a half dollar rolls

Across the knuckles of a rodeo clown

There's just no one to talk to when the lines go downMy one great love, my God, I can feel her still

She ran off to California and now she's living

In those Hollywood hills

With some bullfrog prince

I've not seen her sinceThough she calls when he's out of town

And there's no one to talk to when the lines go downOpen up your back screen door

Let me in your space once more

I was looking for an easy score

But it just don't work that waySome insurance man-biker

Is yellin' out for one more beer

But a part-time pirate just can't get

Much respect around hereWe got our problems too

man we'll get to you

In just a minute, sit your drunk ass down

Yeah, there's no one to talk to when the lines go downNow there's water up past the wheel wells of my Ford

And I don't guess that it'll run

But I left a pack of Winston's on the dash

Could you fetch 'em for me son?The morning's first cigarette, that's as good as it gets

All day I should know by now

But there's no one to talk to when the lines go down