Slow Stroke Songtext
von Greg MacPherson

Your mama looked like Carol Channing
She watched the sunset on an eight-inch black-and-white TV
You got a sister in Toronto
You got an old man out in "Call Me When You′re Drunk," B.C
He was the king of Corona
Dark glasses and a reason not to go back home
She fell in love with the nighttime
She fell in love with his fists and his cheap cologne

Your mama watched through the window
See all the trouble through the eyes looking back from the street
Completely out of proportion
Too old, too faint, too great, too weak
She sits somewhere over the highway on the edge of town
Looking back into the noise there for the slightest sound
Between the leather and the artificial lights
Nothing much new down here tonight


She said, "I want to run away and I want to see the world
And I probably never will, but I don't want to know
Some nights, I can sink like a stone
Look around me, completely understand
But some nights, I don′t"

Your mama walked through the hallway
The cigarette smoke slow-stroked nerves like steel
She'd tell you all about the good times
When everything was new more than it was real
She said, "I never had a friend that would put me down
I never know where all the money go till it was gone
Between the leather and the artificial lawns
Blowing smoke over the things that I've done"

She said, "I want to run away and I want to see the world
And I probably never will, but I don′t want to know
Some nights, I can sink like a stone
Look around me, completely understand
But some nights, I don′t"

Some nights, I can sink like a stone
Look around me, completely understand
But some nights, I don't