It's a useless room all done in blue
The walls do nothing but keep me from you
Walls ain't nothing 'till they hold up a roof
What good is that
It's a state of mind that makes it so
A sleight of hand is a magic show
You came, I blinked, you turned to go
So what good is that?

The hardest part, what I can't understand
I thought we were rockin' like Chuck Berry's band
I thought we were each other's biggest fan
So much for dreams of stardom
'Cause when stars go out that final light
Can travel through a millon nights
And all we get is the leftover bright
So what good is that?

I could kick and holler, scream and shout
Pull what's left of my hair out
But that would just remove all doubt
And hasten your departure

Your tailights are fading into the night
And I can keep them in my sight
For just one more minute if I squint just right
But what good is that?

Vance - vocal, acoustic guitar