Post Stardom Depression - Prime Time Looks a Lot Like Amateur Night

These Days a Dollar

I have taken a ride on this merry go round

I’m on a road to a shoebox 6 feet in the ground

Without a doubt

there are things that we don’t talk about

This is a habit

This is you letting me down

I don’t know where we’re going

I can’t stand where we are

Just give me the keys, just get in the car

Just give me the keys, just get in the car

These days a dollar doesn’t take you very far

Just give me the keys, just get in the car

Where are you going baby? What did I do?

I’m not aware of what I put you through

Understand that this world has demands

I gave you wish

It never came true

When you’re left to your own devices

You’ll know who you are

Just give me the keys, just get in the car

Just give me the keys, just get in the car

These days a dollar doesn’t take you very far

Just give me the keys, just get in the car