New City, Old Guitar, Same Stupid Grin

Lyrics

We rolled in on a Tuesday
With a map that got us wrong
Eleven bucks and a busted horn
And one half-written song
The skyline looked like a promise
The rent looked like a joke
We tuned up on the curb outside
And a stranger bought us coke

Nobody here knows our names
Oh, let's give them something to say

New city, old guitar, same stupid grin
Pack up the van and let the new life in
Don't know a soul, don't know a street
But the pavement's got a rhythm to our feet
New city, old guitar, same stupid grin
Hey, we're starting over, let's begin

A landlady named Dolores
Gave us a couch and a key
Said play it loud but not past ten
And bring her lemon tea
We found a bar that needed
A band for Thursday night
Paid us in a plate of fries
And a very crooked light

Nobody here knows our names
Oh, let's give them something to say

New city, old guitar, same stupid grin
Pack up the van and let the new life in
Don't know a soul, don't know a street
But the pavement's got a rhythm to our feet
New city, old guitar, same stupid grin
Hey, we're starting over, let's begin

Yesterday's a long way back
Tomorrow's got a door
Sing it like you've sung before
And then a little more

New city, old guitar, same stupid grin
Pack up the van and let the new life in
Don't know a soul, don't know a street
But the pavement's got a rhythm to our feet
New city, old guitar, same stupid grin
Hey, we're starting over, let's begin

Same stupid grin, same stupid grin