A Tap On The Shoulder

A string of sequels that play every weekend
On the walls of a dive bar
Starring you and all your shy friends
Waiting for a tap on the shoulder
From a perfect stranger
With a voice that could coax Jesus out of the manger

Someone pick me up, get me out of here
Clear out the smoke and break all of the mirrors
I don’t need any prayers or any crystal balls

Now the credits roll, everyone’s back home alone
A necessary evil for such selfish people
How could you learn any lessons
Over drinks in a delicatessen
Might feel great for a second
But growing up’s not always pleasant

Someone pick me up, get me out of here
Clear out the smoke and break all of the mirrors
I don’t need any prayers or any crystal balls
I just want to find my voice once and for all