Phantom Pains

(One, two, three, two, two, three)

We lived just two blocks from the beach in a dirt floor bungalow
With butterflies bolted outside the living room window
The dog will chew up any shoe left lying on the front stoop
Let the screen door slam on your way out

Won't be too hard to find us
Follow the lights straight into town
Ask anyone at all
"Where's the Alexander Hotel?"

We grew up bookends either side of the library parking lot
From throwing rocks to throwing looks to throwing the bouquet
My mother, she's a character
[?] cards and gin
But watch her close, she'll teach you about anything to win

We'll be finishing each other's sentences
And playing uke for pennies
Every Friday night
At the Alexander Hotel

Charlie's worked behind the bar ever since we were little kids
He lost two fingers and an eye in a childhood accident
He told me once he wakes some nights, his missing fingers itching terribly
I read somewhere that phantom pains never go away

Charlie's good for a case of beer
Friday night after hours
If you let him come along
Stumble home in the dark