Hello you old rattlesnake
Do the hits still keep on coming?
Are there skeletons in your attic?
Are there ghosts in your something?

Your stained glass is broken
And your payphone's off the hook
I can watch you from the theater seats
Pull the splinters from your wood

And even though these things are different
In my head they stay the same
Left my innocence in the backroom
Left my heart upon the stage
In the church pews everybody's drinking
A kind of religion in a way
Club 308 is on my mind
I hope the feelings never fade

So the holidays are over
Rain is dripping through the ceiling
And she's naked in the bathroom
For a certain type of healing

Yes the register is heavy
And these walls will know you well
My name might still be carved
Inside a crack confetti fell

And even though these things are different
In my head they stay this way
Left my innocence in the backroom
Left my heart upon the stage
In the church pews everybody's drinking
A kind of religion just the same
Club 308 is on my mind
I hope the feelings never fade

Parts of it are standing still
And parts of it are dreams
Do the stories do you justice?
Long live the scene

Oh I know those times are gone
I don't expect them to come return
But the memories are strong along
Patterson and First

And even though these things are different
In my head they stay the same
Left my innocence in the backroom
Left my heart upon the stage
In the church pews everybody's drinking
A kind of religion in a way
Club 308 is on my mind
I hope the feelings never fade

Club 308 is on my mind
I hope the feelings never fade