Sing me a melody. The kind that puts you to sleep. Sing me a secret that's hidden behind chords you say that you can't find, sing for me me one more time. This life is moving on and this life is moving fast. Beyond the diner's and the service stations we stopped along the way. We passed the time of a day. They could spell our name wrong at every show. With no money at the end of the night and that's alright. Play me a stolen song, the one we knew we'd steal. Sooner or later we just might steal them all and claim them for our own. Who cares if they know. We learned how to sing while stumbling over twenty or thirty at a time. The beers soaked our strings. The beers soaked our minds each and every night.