Darts

Like the Alamo I know the end but still put on a show My favorite statement of style Is an adventurous smile Haven't seen you in awhile You ask me what I want In the El Dorado Honky Tonk I want a round of the same I want to miss tonight's train I want to find who's to blame I do the right thing wrong You do the wrong thing right We're pieces of the same star Alone together in a sticky western bar We each have half of a chart An end, and one with the start All for the winner of the night's last game of darts Of course, you wear two shoes That good cowboy is still counting you But I can sing any tune Even in shitty saloons He asks last call for the room Together at the Alamo We're at the end but still have far to go We smile from what we were told Of ancient cities of gold And look for someone to hold We do the right thing wrong We do the wrong thing right We're pieces of the same star Alone together in a sticky western bar We each have half of a chart An end, and one with the start All for the winner of the night's last game of darts We're pieces of the same star Alone together in a sticky western bar We each have half of a chart An end, and one with the start All for the winner of the night's last game of darts