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Mystic Pinball (non LP track)
written by John Hiatt
Well I get no real direction, got no rhythm, I got no rhyme
I keep thinkin' they'll get tired of seeing me 'round here one of these times
From the back corner of this barroom where the lights keep turnin' blue
Like a mystic pinball I'm rollin' home to you.
People shootin' 'round the corner, from the corner of my eye
They all got somewhere to go and, oh, sometimes it makes me cry
'Cause I'm stuck here playing games and drinkin' whiskey that tastes like glue
Playing mystic pinball, rollin' home to you.
But when I get real cross, when the barman pays off
And there's not many places like that anymore
There's no reason for this, but I'll remember your kiss
Now I have no idea why I would ever want to trade it for.
Takin' one step, thinkin' one drink, take another, thinkin' that
Then I'm ten blocks down the street I remember I forgot my coat and hat
Well you put my coat and hat on once, started talkin' just like I do
Playin' mystic pinball and I'm rollin' home to you.
I keep comin' back to town, thinkin' I could find you here
But this ain't the kind of place you would ever dream of comin' near
Well I dream about you all the time, wake up and I don't know what to do
Like a mystic pinball rollin' home to you.
Well I got no real direction, got no rhythm, I got no rhyme
I keep thinkin' they'll get tired of me talkin' about you all of this time
In the back corner of the barroom where the lights keep turnin' blue
Playin' mystic pinball, rollin' home to you.
Thanks to Jack Coates for the lyrics!