Lyrics Cass McCombs – That’s That

On a whim, we climbed in a car that was headed down south
You were older and I was hard-pressed for action… could you tell?
Do I Do…
You said, «Here, my dear», at the Vanity Fair

Old playthings are all laid to waste
Thrown out to make better space

So I got a job cleaning toilets at a nightclub in Baltimore
And I guess that’s that, almost shorter than a dream
And definitely of less note

Old playthings are all laid to waste
Thrown out to make better space
Do I Do…