Oh Nancy

Oh Nancy, I'm sorry, we're doing things you despise:
Pinball and poolhalls and getting drowsy while we drive.
I've got a few thick books with me, but they haven't come in handy yet
Unless like that old Russian, you're rolling your own cigarettes.

I don't know what I'm doing, but I know where I am:
On the road in a 15-passenger van.

Oh Nancy, I'm sorry, we're doing things you abhor:
Whiskey when you want it, and beer when you're bored.
I could make the excuse that it makes my brain numb,
But the beer ain't doing nothin' the road ain't already done.

Oh Nancy, I'm sorry, we're doing everything you hate:
Staying up till hours that ain't even late.
Smoky motel rooms with two men to a bed –
Don't tell me about the folly of being comforted.

We kill time and make time, and spend time and save time,
Waste time and pass time and keep time in stop time.

Oh Nancy, I'm sorry, I'm doing things you don't like:
Spending all my money any given Monday night.
I'm not proud to admit it, but I've been hanging around bars
Where the girls aren't too pretty, but they leave their clothes in the car.

I know what I'm doing, I'm becoming an old man
On the road in a 15-passenger van.