The Porche is filled with gas so you take it out all day
Your husband drinks alone, his mansion in decay
You think you won’t be found but when the deed goes down
At night…

THAT’S WHERE YOU’LL FIND ME (X 6)

Your midlife crisis is barely twenty three
You pick him up from college slunk down in your seat
But in your rearview mirror, no matter where you steer
all day…

CHORUS: REPEAT

bridge

In the courtroom you’ll be beauty with a plan
Until those photos fall from his lawyer’s hand
Out in the nearby hall not feeling smug at all

you know…

CHORUS: REPEAT

Friday night flying in you old brown car
You drive until the tank is dead but it never gets you far
From traces of that face running thru your heart and your mind
And your mind

Stumble thru the bars and hunt for it online
You can scour all those personals and still you’ll never find
Any traces of that face running thru your heart and your mind
And your mind

JUST ANOTHER NIGHT IN THE TRENCHES
JUST ANOTHER NIGHT IN A DOWNTOWN DIVE
JUST ANOTHER NIGHT RUNNIN’ AROUND
CHASING A FACE
CHASING A FACE

Now you swear you’re not a dreamer and you want to settle down
But you’ve turned you back on every good catch inside this town
Waiting for that face that’s running thru you heart and you mind
And your mind, mind, mind

CHORUS: REPEAT

Your friends all ask: “What’s with the charades?”
“What are you looking for on all these late night raids?”
“You’re holding diamonds, so why you playin’ spades?”
You have no answer, so I pour another drink and let it slide

CHORUS: REPEAT

Phone booth late at night, moon on high
Calling you to set things right, try and try
In the mirror I recite words to pave away the days
The angry days

HANG UP AND TRY AGAIN
NOTHING BUT STATIC FILLS THE OTHER END
AND STILL I HANG UP AND I TRY AGAIN
TO GET THRU TO YOU

Dial tone, connection lost it’s all wrong
Lines down, wires crossed in this storm
Anger is an albatross that is worn all thru the night
All thru the night

CHORUS: REPEAT

Hang up and try
Hang up and try
Hang up and try to get thru
To you