The Opening Act
There's a big fat man on a mechanical
bull in slow motion like Debra Winger
And he gets knocked off and I think he's hurt,
It's a bitch facing facts and figures
There's a band on stage that used to be huge
They sound on but no one's listening
They're told to turn down and they politely oblige
Ain't no such thing as a free ride
It ain't my problem and it ain't my
show and I ain't being condescending
It's just the opening slot and I hit my
mark and split as the crowd is thinning
The man's on the guest list so I guess it will be alright.
So the paramedics arrive and they haul off that Urban Bovine Kneivel
I see my friend and give him all my
money and tell myself it's a necessary evil
And it's all such a fleeting thing so I'd best try and enjoy it
So much beauty and just enough time to figure out how to destroy it
I'm just the opening act
And it ain't my crowd and it ain't my
night but I'd be lying if I said I can't relate
I'm just the opening act and the van is
packed and I'm hauling ass to another state
And I'm driving north as the sun was rising over a Technicolor horizon
I reached out to touch you but you're
not there, a thousand miles away from here
I turned up the radio; heard some preacher talking salvation
My tank is half full and I reached over and changed the station
I'm just the opening act
bull in slow motion like Debra Winger
And he gets knocked off and I think he's hurt,
It's a bitch facing facts and figures
There's a band on stage that used to be huge
They sound on but no one's listening
They're told to turn down and they politely oblige
Ain't no such thing as a free ride
It ain't my problem and it ain't my
show and I ain't being condescending
It's just the opening slot and I hit my
mark and split as the crowd is thinning
The man's on the guest list so I guess it will be alright.
So the paramedics arrive and they haul off that Urban Bovine Kneivel
I see my friend and give him all my
money and tell myself it's a necessary evil
And it's all such a fleeting thing so I'd best try and enjoy it
So much beauty and just enough time to figure out how to destroy it
I'm just the opening act
And it ain't my crowd and it ain't my
night but I'd be lying if I said I can't relate
I'm just the opening act and the van is
packed and I'm hauling ass to another state
And I'm driving north as the sun was rising over a Technicolor horizon
I reached out to touch you but you're
not there, a thousand miles away from here
I turned up the radio; heard some preacher talking salvation
My tank is half full and I reached over and changed the station
I'm just the opening act
Credits
Writer(s): Patterson Hood
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