Annotated lyrics for The Hold Steady song 'Stuck Between Stations' - There are nights when I think that Sal Paradise was right / Boys and girls in America, they have such a sad time together / Sucking off each other at the demonstrations, making sure their makeup's straight / Crushing one another with colossal expectations, dependent, undisciplined, sleeping late / She was a really cool kisser and she wasn't all that strict of a Christian / She was a damn good dancer but she wasn't all that great of a girlfriend / He likes the warm feeling but he's tired of all the dehydration / Most nights are crystal clear but tonight it's like he's stuck between stations / On the radio / The Devil and John Berryman, they took a walk together / And they ended up on Washington talking to the river / He said, 'I've surrounded myself with doctors and deep thinkers / Their big heads and soft bodies make for lousy lovers' / There was that night that we thought John Berryman could fly / But he didn't, so he died / She said 'You're pretty good with words, but words won't save your life' / And they didn't, so he died / Yeah, he was drunk and exhausted, he was critically acclaimed and respected / He loved the Golden Gophers but he hated all the drawn-out winters / He likes the warm feeling but he's tired of all the dehydration / Most nights were kind of fuzzy but that last night he had total retention / Yeah, these Twin City kisses / They sound like clicks and hisses / We all come down and drowned / In the Mississippi River / We drink and we dry up and now we crumble into dust / We get wet and we corrode and now we're covered up in rust / We drink and we dry up and now we crumble into dust / We get wet and we corrode and now we're covered up in rust / She was a really cool kisser and she wasn't all that strict of a Christian / She was a damn good dancer but she wasn't all that great of a girlfriend / He likes the warm feeling but he's tired of all the dehydration / Most nights are crystal clear but tonight it's like he's stuck between stations / These Twin City kisses / They sound like clicks and hisses / We all come down and drowned