Lyrics

A Quiet Life

Well he took a bottle to the juke box
Didn’t even play the song
They’d heard it all a thousand times
No one ever sung along
And you might want to linger there
Laugh at those broken lives
But love and lies and hopeless fights
Ain’t worth drawing knives
So go pick a fight somewhere else
In someone else’s town
And be satisfied with another bruise
On your heart from one more round

Well if you can’t find trouble in a bar like that
You ain’t looking hard enough
You want to share the pain and memories
Buy a drink and ask about love
But if what you wanted was to fight someone
Well there’s plenty who’ll get tough
But if all you wanted was a quiet life
If all you wanted was a quiet life
If all you wanted was a quiet life
Go on home; you’ve had enough

The band was safe behind that chicken wire
Carousing those good old boys
Playin’ I Ain’t Ever Satisfied
And shooting up the noise
So take a drink to kill the taste of love
An’ curse those thirteen stars
For one more soul who’ll never rise again
In one more southern bar
So go pick a fight somewhere else
In someone else’s town
And be satisfied with another bruise
On your heart from one more round

Well if you can’t find trouble in a bar like that...

He was looking for A Satisfied Mind
As the darkness and the smoke
Turned his eyes toward a blood red dress
And a cold memory awoke
But he was a stranger in a stranger’s bar
And never more alone
Than the mocking ring of a final round
And the breaking of the bones
So go pick a fight somewhere else
In someone else’s town
And be satisfied with another bruise
On your heart from one more round

Well if you can’t find trouble in a bar like that...

© A Quiet Life, music by Tom Fairnie; words by Tom Fairnie & Bob Shields 17th April 2018