Songtext von Waiting For Marty

bourbon soda over ice, in the basement shade got it made, no one here, just the beer man's dog howling at the moon heat gnawing on a bone waiting for marty to get home. marty's in the bath house yanking out the gray getting older ain't a party it's a good damn play no wonder dogs howl. they can see the rider coming waiting for marty to get home. used to be a girl then a woman then nothing the quilt is in the corner by the oak console the phone rings once a day just like a daughter waiting for marty to get home. blend in with the city and the watering hole doesn't talk he wants to think but he can't anymore the basement game is over. there's food left in the fridge waiting for marty to get home. the milk man doesn't stop here and the bone is chewed to bits stack of mail and old newspapers in the overgown yard the light bulb on the back porch takes it's last breath waiting for marty to get home.