Used to the Noise

It's been hard since I left you
Twenty years is a long, long time
But it was harder livin' with you
All that yelling's enough to make a woman lose her fight

So I moved in to the apartment
Above the bar we used to drink at with the boys
The air is thick with smoke and smells of whiskey
It's loud, but I'm getting used to the noise

I'd rather listen to that jukebox play 8T all night
I'd rather dance alone than walk the floor
Sometimes I recognize a drunken laugh, a raspy voice
It's loud, but I'm getting used to the noise

You came by to say you're sorry
With yellow daisies and a bright white Sunday shirt
You talked a lot about how you would listen
But you never took your eyes off my skirt

I'd rather listen to that jukebox play 8T all night
I'd rather dance alone than walk the floor
Sometimes I recognize a drunken laugh, a raspy voice
It's loud, but I'm getting used to the noise

Maybe someday I'll move to the country
When I've had my fill of neon and well, gin
I'll think of you, when I hear those coyotes
But for now my lullaby's this bar-room din

I'd rather listen to that jukebox play 8T all night
I'd rather dance alone than walk the floor
Sometimes I recognize a drunken laugh, a raspy voice
It's loud, but I'm getting used to the noise
It's loud, but I'm getting used to the noise