Back to Niagara (feat. Amber Banks & Nolan Gibson)

I'm going back to Niagara With the pomp of a busted up marquee A velvet rope with no one at its side I'll be hiding out in a poker room With a finger in the ring of my car keys Feeling like I've been here in a dream in which I died Save a song for the rails And the question's not when but why Winter back in Niagara Sleep comes slow but the coffee is instant So I walk and hum "I know it's all my fault" From the liquor board to the corner store As the glow of the midway grows distant It's Maragaritaville here, nothing left but ice and salt But Niagara is where everything began I'm going back to Niagara If there's nothing left for me in the bulrush A great blue heron standing on one foot And I wanna know when But I ought to ask why Save a song for the rails It's not when, it's why Save a song for the rails Save one for when you get there Save one for your next boy Save a song for the rails