A Caucus Race

Take the last bus home

With the quarters in your pockets

Left over from pinball machines

At the bar many streets from your house

Casino lights still flicker

In your eyes

Your teeth taste faintly

Of flesh and gold tonight

You've been waiting for a long time

Between the dancing and the refill line

She touches your wrist

You start to sweat

But it's just drinks and time playin' tricks

Go back

Go back

Just get away from me

Go back

Go back

Your teeth taste faintly of flesh and gold.