John Wayne

In the parking lot of the Regal

In the light of glowing neon

"They don't make them like De Niro anymore"

Wise words from my mother's Nissan

You lean in as if for a kiss

But there's something hidden beneath it

I can already taste it on your lips

When you say you're gonna keep it

Who am I to say anything but okay?

I'll hold you like you need in the light of the marquee

I always dreamed I'd be like True Grit on the screen

A man like Jim McClain

But now I'm proud to say

There's no one here to blame

And I'm nothing like John Wayne

You turn on the sound of the FM

Just to break the violent silence

"I got a job backing bar on weekends"

That's all I say 'fore you start crying

Seventeen was supposed to be high

You'd go to school on some northeast coastline

I was saving to travel to England

Now that cash is yours I think and

Who am I to say anything but okay?

I'll hold you like you need

In the light of the marquee

I always dreamed I'd be

Like True Grit on the screen

A man like Jim McClain

But now I'm proud to say

There's no one here to blame

And I'm nothing like John Wayne

Who am I to say anything but okay?

I'll hold you like you need

In the light of the marquee

I always dreamed I'd be

Like True Grit on the screen

A man like Jim McClain

But now I'm proud to say

There's no one here to blame

And I'm nothing like John Wayne