Galaxy, Virginia Lyrics

Saturday morning, gas station cigarette run

Bet you a pack this ain't gonna be the last one

And yeah I know you can buy 'em by the carton man

But I don't know why that'd be so disheartening

And the girls and their legs in the hot summer air glisten

And I could complain but even I wouldn't listen

I don't know what but sometimes it just hits ya

From the clear blue sky in Galaxy, Virginia

Grandpa Tom when he was just nineteen

Got blown off a battleship in the Coral Sea

And I don't know how I'd take that personally

But he came to in a lifeboat and asked for a drink

You can measure me against him but you won't get far

Cause the calluses I got are all from playing guitar

I don't see where comparing the centuries gets ya

The times all rhyme here in Galaxy, Virginia

Stopping in at the bar for a drink or two

With a benign case of terminal déjà vu

And I'll put on my parents' song if you gimme a quarter

They ain't changed the jukebox since Jimmy Carter

The smaller the town the harder it is to forget

'Cause people know things about you that you ain't even met

And the jukebox says that the movie never ends

It goes on and on and on and on

On and on and on

Interior

Barroom

Morning

A rundown poolroom with wood wainscoting

A man and a woman lay on billiards felt

A shrill old telephone rings like a bell

Confetti and bottles lay pell-mell on the floor

Text on banner

New Year, New Beers, 1984

Exterior

Galaxy, VA

Flashback

An old country house with a new white Cadillac

A boy in Navy blues with his arm in a sling

Inches toward a pretty girl on the front porch swing

Sepia hue to imply the nostalgia of youth

Text on screen

Wednesday, June 10th, 1942

Interior

Gas station

Later that night

Narrator returns for a pack and a light

He drifts through the aisles lost in a dream

Cut to

His reflection in a freezer of ice cream

Cashier

Boy don't you know that those dirty ol' things'll kill ya?

Narrator

No one ever really dies here in Galaxy, Virginia