Soo Line Loons - Silence Lyrics

They got new seats at The Heights Theatre
Other than that though, you know, not that much has changed
They still play old movies for the matinee
The kind you used to love, and the kind I used to hate
But there’s something about the silver screen
As I crack open the beer,
The cashier let’s me think I’m sneaking in
I guess she could see that I need something to feel young again
And for a few fleeting hours it feels like this is all there is
And I thank God because
I’m tired of going home
To an empty room
Turn off the TV and you’re stuck there in the silence
Lord, I’m tired of going home
There’s a hotel bar, up the street at the holiday inn
I go there when I can afford it
Sit there drinking with the traveling salesmen
In a place no one belongs I fit right in
But there’s something about that girl in the corner
In a dress that I can tell she meant for someone else
As she led me to her room for two where she slept by herself
I guess she needs something to feel young again
And for a few fleeting hours it feels like this is all there is
And she said
She’s tired of never going home
Empty rooms and big hotels
And the wine just kind of helps but
Won’t you please distract a lonely girl from hell
She said she’s tired of never going home
And as we laid there in the morning light
She lit up a cigarette and let out a sigh
And I put my jeans on, as the conversation died
And we’re stuck there, in the silence again
In the silence again
And the silence begins
And the silence begins

They got new seats at The Heights Theatre
Other than that though, you know, not that much has changed
They still play old movies for the matinee
The kind you used to love, and the kind I used to hate
But there’s something about the silver screen
As I crack open the beer,
The cashier let’s me think I’m sneaking in
I guess she could see that I need something to feel young again
And for a few fleeting hours it feels like this is all there is
And I thank God because
I’m tired of going home
To an empty room
Turn off the TV and you’re stuck there in the silence
Lord, I’m tired of going home
There’s a hotel bar, up the street at the holiday inn
I go there when I can afford it
Sit there drinking with the traveling salesmen
In a place no one belongs I fit right in
But there’s something about that girl in the corner
In a dress that I can tell she meant for someone else
As she led me to her room for two where she slept by herself
I guess she needs something to feel young again
And for a few fleeting hours it feels like this is all there is
And she said
She’s tired of never going home
Empty rooms and big hotels
And the wine just kind of helps but
Won’t you please distract a lonely girl from hell
She said she’s tired of never going home
And as we laid there in the morning light
She lit up a cigarette and let out a sigh
And I put my jeans on, as the conversation died
And we’re stuck there, in the silence again
In the silence again
And the silence begins
And the silence begins