In Indiana

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There's a tragic Miss, with a pout and a beer Desperately trying to make sex look sincere And the band is sweating a limerick leer come on let's get out of here Brooklyn is only six bucks and a door slam Life dug holes in his face sorry and sad The goal she said is keep your head and fit your life in the trunk of a yellow cab Talk to walls only walls will answer Only walls will answer you And I'm not wasting your time You say you know I'd leave you far behind I wake to find I'm standing still, as the cemetery gate on the graveyard hill They thank you twice then wish you well ln-ln-lndiana It was raining ice in Cleveland last night I don't know anyone at all Two thousand miles from Avenue A The waitress still watching every move I make Talk to walls only walls will answer... I would live on the Brooklyn side if I could Look out my windows through the metal neon lines Of the fifty foot Domino Sugar sign Hangs over Brooklyn like a cross on a hill And the tragic Miss with the pout and the beer Desperately trying to make sex look sincere Is ignoring my friends who are too drunk to fear And the band still sweating a sardonic sneer And I know that I'm going - but am I going anywhere In Indiana And Brooklyn is a long cab ride away