Over My Head Again

Eight o’clock on a Saturday
Drinkin' beer in a downtown café
Tom T. Hall on the radio
Selling seats to an all-star rodeo
A stranger took the chair next to me
He said «Are those your matches, can I have one please?»
We got talkin' 'bout the way the world was goin'
And the death of the dollar bill
Ah, Bobbi the waitress, kept bringin' us beer
We got to laughin' so hard
We both sat there in tears
I was feelin' so good
I could stay there for years
By the time it got to nine or ten
I was over my head again
He said «Are you ready to go somewhere?
I’ve got some friends and some business in Bel-Air»
I said «Yes, that would be alright»
I could stand a ride in the moonlight
So he took me to his car in the back
It was a block long Lincoln that was midnight black
We went weavin' through the weekend traffic
Makin' all the yellow lights
We were wavin' at the people with the windows rolled down
Clappin' to the tape deck playin' James Brown
Sure liked the way he was showin' me around
My focus was beginnin' to dim
I was over my head again
We pulled into a gravel drive
Two front doors that stood twelve feet wide
We walked in like we owned the place
Pushin' through the crowd we found our way inside
Fifty people in every room
And every room was big enough to be Grant’s Tomb
Someone grabbed me by the hand
And dragged me to the place where the music was
We were down on a dance floor high as a kite
There were bankers and tellers feelin' alright
Somebody told me I’d stay there all night
My safety margin paper thin
I was over my head again
Oh, my safety margin paper thin
I was over my head
Over my head
Over my head again