Over My Head Again

Eight o'clock on a Saturday Drinkin' beer in a downtown café Tom T hall on the radio Selling seats to an all-star rodeo A stranger took the chair next to me He said "Are those your matches Can I have one please?" We got talkin' 'bout the way The world was goin' And the death of the dollar bill Ah, Bobbi the waitress Kept bringin' us beer We got to laughin' so hard We both sat there in tears I was feelin' so good I could stay there for years By the time it got to nine or ten I was over my head again He said "Are you ready to go somewhere? I've got some friends and Some business in Bel-Air" I said "Yes, that would be alright" I could stand a ride in the moonlight So he took me to his car in the back It was a block long Lincoln That was midnight black We went weavin' through the weekend traffic Makin' all the yellow lights We were wavin' at the people With the windows rolled down Clappin' to the tape deck Playin' James Brown Sure liked the way he was showin' me around My focus was beginnin' to dim I was over my head again We pulled into a gravel drive Two front doors that stood twelve feet wide We walked in like we owned the place Pushin' through the crowd we Found our way inside Fifty people in every room And every room was big enough To be Grant's Tomb Someone grabbed me by the hand And dragged me to the place Where the music was We were down on a dance floor high as a kite There were bankers and Tellers feelin' alright Somebody told me I'd stay there all night My safety margin paper thin I was over my head again Oh, my safety margin paper thin I was over my head over my head Over my head again