Nothing's News
Echoes of Nostalgia: A Melodic Reflection on Time and Memories
Lyrics
I spent my lifetime wishin' the waitress would come around
I have spent my entire life hoping the waitress would come by.
Tellin' jokes, shootin' pool on the other side of town
Telling jokes and playing pool on the other side of town.
The whistle blows at five o'clock
The work whistle blows at five o'clock.
There's only one place I'll be found
There's only one place where I'll be found.
Down at Ernie's Icehouse liftin' longnecks to that good old country sound
At Ernie's Icehouse, enjoying beer and listening to country music.
And talkin' 'bout the good old times
Talking about the good old times and reminiscing.
Braggin' 'bout how it used to be
Boasting about how things used to be.
And I've worn out the same old lines
I've exhausted the use of the same old stories and lines.
Now it seems nothing's news to me
Now, it seems that nothing is surprising or new to me.
There's nothin' like a steel guitar cryin' in the night
Expressing the unique and emotional sound of a steel guitar at night.
There's nothin' like a sawdust floor and a good old friendly fight
Describing the atmosphere of a place with a sawdust-covered floor and friendly fights.
I'd finally find my way back home and you'd patch up my face
Reflecting on returning home with a battered face after a fight.
But that was another time and another place
Acknowledging that those experiences were from a different time and place.
Now we're talkin' 'bout the good old times
Discussing and remembering the good old times.
Braggin' 'bout how it used to be
Boasting about how things used to be in a nostalgic way.
I've worn out the same old lines
Having worn out the repetition of the same old stories and lines.
Now it seems nothing's news to me
Expressing a sense of apathy or lack of surprise towards anything new or noteworthy.
I wonder how I came to be the know-it-all I am
Reflecting on how he became the know-it-all person he is now.
And how the world ever got used to me
Questioning how the world has become accustomed to his personality.
Talkin' 'bout the good old times
Talking about and reminiscing the good old times once again.
Braggin' 'bout how it used to be
Boasting about how things used to be in a nostalgic way (repeated).
But I've worn out the same old lines
Having worn out the repetition of the same old stories and lines (repeated).
Now it seems nothing's news to me
Expressing a sense of apathy or lack of surprise towards anything new or noteworthy (repeated).
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