Elvis

I was run out of town by a band of ex lovers
And their new boyfriends who didn’t want me around
I’m trying to hide somewhere I know that I won’t be found
I’m doing my best to settle down

And I got to feel like Elvis
For a moment
Stepping out in my Sunday best
But it’s hopeless
I’m standing on the precipice

You can rely on me to fuck this up
I’m a pretty dab hand by now
If you can’t be smart be lucky
If you can’t be lucky come join me on the road

‘Cause you get to feel like Elvis
For a moment
Stepping out in our Sunday best
But it’s hopeless
We’re standing on the precipice

We all admire the view from nowhere
Guess we all peaked at 15
Once the big fish now we’ve been banished to sea

Spending our time throwing shitty parties
Everybody’s got the moody blues
Doing our best “uh huh”
I once had a pair of blue suede shoes