As he fired up the drum machine
He stole a glance at the empty seats
He took a minute to retune his guitar
As the hour grew lateI wanna send this out to Richie Vey
In his thrift-store corner of the world
His soul is my cheap laugh
As the hour grows late
Songwriters
GEORGIA MIA HUBLEY, IRA DAVID KAPLAN, JAMES GEORGE MCNEWPublished by
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