Magic Marker - Craig Finn

There were times that all that freedom

Had me wasted, wild, and bored

Shootin' through the ceilin'

Shakin' off the Desert Storm

Reachin' out for somethin'

Tryin' to let go of the war

Hopin' hard for somethin' to hold on to

Stretchin' out the truth

Tryin' to seem a little hard

Scratchin' at the eight ball

In the back half of the bar

Used to always roll around with a magic marker

Sometimes it feels good to write your name

Later on we’d end up at that after hours house

With the guy who took the money

With a fish hook in his mouth

Pretty girls all burnin' holes

In the cushions of the couch

All the times that we saw dawn kick in the windows

Spent the best part of the summer

Tryin' to come up with a plan

Made a couple little changes

And I met up with a man

Did somethin' kinda strange

But I made like sixteen grand

Hope I never have to pull that trick again

Hope I never have to pull that trick again

Went out west and tried to double it

Lost it all, tried to recover it

Got pistol whipped in Portland

Oh Lord, I got so much of it

Had trouble with my numbers for some time

Some priest, he got me clean

The V.A.

fixed my face

I came home behind the counter

Started workin' at my uncle’s place

Mostly takin' orders

And shakin' cans of paint

And someone had to help me make the change

Now it’s been twenty years

Since what we call the accident

And everybody knows

But no one ever mentions it

Everybody’s talkin' 'bout the president

And me, I’m never sure what I should say

I’m still workin' at my uncle’s place

Still drivin' 'round in darkness

But I’m mostly stayin' straight

There’s pretty girls down at Independence Lake

But they don’t seem to see me anymore

I’m better with my numbers now

Parked down by the water

Stretchin' out the truth

Tryin' to seem a little softer

I still roll around with my magic marker

Some nights it just feels good to write your name

Some nights it just feels good to write your name