Quarters Lyrics - Wilco

I travel where you worked 

Was cold and dark as a cavern 

You kept quarters in your shirt 

But I never could just have them 

You always made me sweep around every flying floozy 

Under booths and bums asleep 

Waking up, they'd ask you, "Who's he?" 

Behind a glass without a glance 

"My daughter's boy," you would say 

Well, I stood there in a trance 

Listening to the jukebox play