Texty: Mountain Goats, The. Alphonse Mambo.

i could almost hear the rhythm section

kick in as the sun began to blaze.

i saw you walk across the plaza,

figured I'd just play it like it lays.

yeah yeah yeah.



i think i'm gonna be real sick again.

i think it's gonna happen real soon.

and i know i can't afford another night here in this place,

with its sixteenth floor view of the ocean and the dunes

and it's gonna be, just you and me today,

waiting for the other shoe to drop in Tampa Bay.



i can hear the roar of the crowd

in the stadium a couple of blocks away.

it's the kind of thing that used to get me all worked up,

but i don't want to talk about it now, ok, ok? ok.



i just want to get this whole thing over with.

i don't want to deal with it anymore.

i hear the cogs all slipping at the same time,

and then i see you walk in through the door.

and it's gonna be, just you and me today,

waiting for the other shoe to drop in Tampa Bay.