This Garage

I've passed on more than I can handle
Got my cellphone on the mantle
Dad's asleep on the couch, I crawl outta the house
With some cans full

It's like 10 in the evening
Our odd-workingman's weekend
We get drunk on a Monday, make it last through the weekdays
Then maybe sleep in

We ease into each other
Spellbound sisters and brothers
Tossin' cards 'round in Kings, bumping into our things
Using keg cups for cover

Some leave later than some
Some stay put but still gone
And we pass 'round the starlight
With Blue Ribbon and Bud Light
As the night putters on

I'm not sure what we will hold onto
And what we'll leave behind
Was it coming any clearer
Or were we just wasting time
I'm not sure what we have held onto
And what we all have lost
But I'll never lose those nights we had
Out in the garage

We take turns with the speakers
Each sharing our keepers
I play "Lost Case of Being Found"
And "Sunday Morning Coming Down"
Tryna reach through the ether

But we're covered in bruises
Each not sure what our use is
'Til we look 'round the room
Catch us burst and then bloom
No need for usin', it's useless

If you're all empty-handed
You'll find the poor fool who's standing
He'll reach behind yr chair to the Frigidaire
And dispense to the demanding

Some spill drinks from their spouts
Some move out of this house
This night's filled with yearning
All bleary eyes burning
As our lives putter out

I'm not sure what we will hold onto
And what we'll leave behind
Was it coming any clearer
Or were we just wasting time
I'm not sure what we have held onto
And what we all have lost
But I'll never lose those nights we had
Out in the garage

No, I'll never lose those nights we had
Out in the garage