The Opening Act
Album(s): Brighter Than Creation's Dark,Sung by: Patterson Hood
Written by: Patterson Hood
There's a big fat man on a mechanical bull in slow motion, like Debra Winger.
As he gets knocked off and I think he's hurt, it's a bitch facing facts and figures.
There's a band on stage that used to be huge, they're on but no one's listening.
They're asked to turn down and they politely oblige.
Ain't no such thing as a free ride.
And it ain't my night and it ain't my town, and I ain't being condescending.
It's just the opening slot and I hit my mark and leave as the crowd is thinning.
But the man's on the guest list, so I guess it'll be alright.
Said the man's on the guest list, so I guess it'll be alright.
Said the man's on the guest list, so I guess it'll be alright.
The man's on the guest list...
In a little while the paramedics come and they haul off that urban bovine Knievel.
I see my friend and I give him all my money and I tell myself it's a necessary evil.
And it's all such a fleeting thing so I guess I'd best try and enjoy it.
All this beauty and just enough time to figure out how to destroy it.
I'm just the opening act.
And it ain't my crowd and it ain't my night but I'd be lying if I said I can't relate.
I'm just the opening act and the van is packed and I'm hauling ass to another state.
And I'm driving north as the sun is rising over a Technicolor horizon.
Reached out to touch you and you're not there, you're a thousand miles away from here.
And I turn on the radio and heard some preacher talking salvation.
And the tank is half full and I reached over and changed the station.
I'm just the opening act. . .