No Straight Shooter / Final Passengers

No straight shooter, but I shoot all right
Gotta figure out what I do with my life
Ain't got no partner, need no wife
Them doves a' keep on cooing at me into the night
Trail runs crazy till the trail runs cold
Trying to make a living off of rock 'n' roll
Lord knows it ain't easy when the going is slow
But you've got that reason that you're doing it for
And so you keep on rising like a breath of steam
Till you finally find a message worth mentioning
You'll know it's a song won't know what it means
Till you daze off pouring through your memories
Still my mind, it sticks on her
That flight from Barcelona, little Turkish girl
It was three days only but she ruled my world
Till they called now boarding final passengers
Hey hey
Ugh ugh
Oh oh
Well, it's coming on slowly, but it's coming all right
Gotta catch the feeling when the feelings, right
By God, I've noticed in my soul
How life is privy to rock 'n' roll
See, I had that feeling in my chest
Slowly grow accustomed to her cigarettes
And her life unknowing, her no regrets
Those dirty little sneakers that she's gone and wrecked
Well, won't you come off pining on that little old soul?
Caught Interrogating what you're in it for
She wouldn't hitch a ride on a rolling stone
And so she took your night, but never took you home
Well, won't you come on mama come and cut my hair
I loved you baby more than the feeling there
It was almost morning. It was almost night
I still long to have you mowing on me into the night
Alright
No straight shooter, but I shoot all right
Trying to figure out what I do with my life
Ain't got no partner need no wife
Them doves a' keep on cooing at me into the night
Still my mind, it sticks on her
That flight from Barcelona, little Turkish girl
It was three days only but she ruled my world
Till they called now boarding final passengers
Hey hey
Hey hey
Guess it's finally nothing she's not the first
As they call now, boarding final passengers