Saving My Ticket - Superchunk

Wipes a little space at the window

Still can’t see too well

And he spits into his hand

Not for luck anymore

Not for luck anymore

Plan to fill it in

Empty my spirit over anyway

All the bets are in

I’m saving my ticket for then

I’m saving my ticket for then

Always expecting the worst

My mouth cracked open spit out a curse

Well timed and well rehearsed

And that’s no surprise

And that’s no surprise

Plan to fill it in

Empty my spirit over anyway

All the bets are in

I’m saving my ticket for then

I’m saving my ticket for then

They rock back and forth on their heels

He cuts, she deals

They’re not comfortable with how this feels

No matter now

No matter now

Plan to fill it in

Empty my spirit over anyway

All the bets are in

I’m saving my ticket for then

I’m saving my ticket for then