Can't Hardly Wait
Paul Westerberg
I'll write you a letter tomorrow
Tonight I can't hold a pen
Someone's got a stamp that I can borrow
I promise not to blow the address again
Lights that flash in the evening,
Through a crack in the drapes
Jesus rides beside me
Never buys any smokes
Hurry up, hurry up
I've had enough of that stuff
Ashtray floors, dirty clothes, filthy jokes
A lightning flash in the evening
Guess we'll follow him there.
I'll be there in an hour
If there's a hole in the gate
Climb to the top of this crummy water tower screamin'
I can't hardly wait
I can't wait I can't wait I can't wait, wait...