Niteclub

Eighteen-hundred miles from this old niteclub
 A girl is turning twenty-two today
 How am I supposed to entertain you?
 My fingertips are worthless when my mind's so far away
 Eighteen hundred miles from Manhattan
 The niteclub yawns and opens up its doors
 Thank God that I don't have to pay the cover
 Every night I'm broker than I was the night before
 This old niteclub stole my youth
 Yeah this old niteclub stole my true love
 It follows me around from town to town
 I just might get drunk tonight, burn the niteclub down
 Yeah I just might get drunk tonight, burn the niteclub down
 (counting) ...3, 4
 Telephones make strangers out of lovers
 Whiskey makes the strangers all look good
 Well my angel of the morning is in mourning
 My life was misspent, don't let me be misunderstood
 And this old niteclub stole my youth
 Yeah this old niteclub stole my true love
 It follows me around from town to town
 I just might get drunk tonight, burn the niteclub down
 Yeah I just might get drunk tonight, burn the niteclub down
 Yeah I just might get drunk tonight, burn the niteclub down