We lived just two blocks from the beach   In a dirt floor bungalow,   With butterflies bolted outside    The living room window.   The dog will chew up any shoe   Left lying on the front stoop.   Let the screen door slam    On your way out.      Won't be too hard to find us.   Follow the lights straight into town.   Ask anyone at all,   "Where's the Alexander hotel?"      We grew up bookends either side   Of the library parking lot.   From throwing rocks, to throwing looks,   To throwing the bouquet.   My mother she's a character,   All around her cards and gin   But watch her close, she'll teach you about   Anything to win.      We'll be finishing each other's sentences   And playing euchre for pennies.   Every friday night   At the Alexander Hotel.      Charlie's worked behind the bar,   Ever since we were little kids.   He lost two fingers and an eye   In a childhood accident.   He told me once he wakes some nights   His missing fingers itching terribly.   I read somewhere that phantom pains   Never go away.      Charlie's good for a case of beer   Friday night after hours,   If you let him come along.   Stumble home in the dark.