[ Featuring
the Thousands ]
Carefully preserved vintage white t shirt
He says he found in his parents garage
Over the noise he speaks as he downs his drink
Says he just can't get into the new sound
Goes to order another round
As I am playing a slow one
For the second time this week she's getting lost in the beat
Swaying her hips and singing with every song
But the subtle roll to her eyes says she just can't sympathize
She pounds her feet for more
Sighs and leaves the dance floor
As I am playing a slow one for no one
Scratching at old wounds to make them bleed anew
Playing a slow one for no one
I've played you the hits, have this one for free
The people in the back of the room just refuse to shut up
They must be so f*cking important
While over at stage right, nearest the exit sign
Two lovers wait for the lights to go down
Spilling secrets into each others mouths
As I am playing a slow one
