Night Shop - Pensacola, Florida Lyrics

Young and dumb in the summer sun, in a punkhouse in Pensacola, Florida.
Long before you crashed the van on acid in Richmond, Virginia.
Long before you took that final flight up to the sky.
I loved Billie back then. And Billie lived in Pensacola, Florida.
Now I'm the strange seminarian whispering, I still remember.
Like the weird historian, walking, saying, I can't forget ya.
My Love Is Slow.
But my love goes on forever.
Then it's back into some van again, somewhere in America.
Lost and found in some old town, listening to Victoria.
Close my eyes, I can still hear the trains in the night.
My love is slow, but my love goes on forever.
On a road that stretches true, all the way back to Pensacola, Florida.