Someday, there'll be nothing more to say   When life is seen as the dance of the seven veils   Well, each teaser reveals the beauty that was always already there   My body and soul and my car are not for sale      Some days are made of silent anticipation   Some days are just quarter-pumping, cheap peepshows   Oh, make-believe is all we have some of these days   Tie your money to your dog if you fear you might lose your way      The sun slips off each night to enjoy on the other side of town   Where barstools, and dreamers, and glasses all get refilled   Clocks and bar tabs are just numbers and memories fighting gravity against the wall   Steamboat fishlight dancin' on the windowsill      Oh, the jukebox man never hits us with the latest   No, he just brushes the the dust from the grooves of the songs we love   Wow a drunk couple sayin' "baby no,no you are no you are no you,you are the greatest"   Haloes and hornies, they're squared off toe to toe      Some day there'll be nothing more to say   As life is seen as the dance of the seven veils   Each teaser reveal the beauty that was always already there   My body and soul and my car are not for sale   My body and soul and my car are not for sale   My body and soul and my car are not for sale