Drifter from 50 Songs by Shane Cooley

Drifter

Happy days in Subliminal City
When you were with me
Times were hard
I think I lost it in your apartment
Off Far West Boulevard

Can’t complain in subliminal city
A-OK in a complacent state
At any rate there’s no trace of another fate to follow

Like a drifter
Coming from another realm
Going from town to town
No one goes out anymore and I am bored
A drifter
Coming from another realm
Going from town to town
I can’t see the red in the sunset
But I can still see the matador

I miss those nights at the bar with the good old boys
Cowboys killer smoke billows over billiard tables
And so it goes in Subliminal City
Singing the hymns of criminals
And telling jukebox fables

Like a drifter
Coming from another realm
Going from town to town
No one goes out anymore and I am bored
A drifter
Coming from another realm
Going from town to town
I can’t see the red in the sunset
But I can still see the matador

I can’t see the red in the sunset
But I can still see the matador
And I can’t wait ‘til I can’t take it anymore

We don’t recommend this product
But we suggest that you act now
This is your last chance
We don’t advocate contentment
But if you’re feeling resentful
You should’ve read the fine print

You’re in a trance
You’re in a trance
You’re in a trance
You’re in a trance

• Acoustic
• Americana
• folk
• folk-rock
• rock
• singer-songwriter
• Mollusk