作词 : Golan, Ross Jacob
 作曲 : Golan, Ross Jacob
 That's how the story ends, and this is how it begins

 It was hard, my father discharged from the armada
 He counted cards and moved our family to Nevada
 And started going to bars, beat mom like a piñata
 I dropped out, got outta there, whatever, yadda yadda
 By the time that I was 16, I cut ties with everybody in my life
 Soon I found myself surfing sofas, so I forged my diploma
 Now I'm here, middle management
 Imagine that, without an upper graduate
 Adamantly battling my abandonment
 From years of getting let down, down, down
 I've learned to keep my head down, down, down

 They say all kinds of clichés here
 Like, "What happens here stays here"
 I know
 But that don't happen here in Reno

 Mariana drives a 1956 teal pickup truck
 The windows rolled down, the radio up
 Cruising Interstate 80 on the bank of the Truckee
 Banking on getting lucky
 Ain't working, but she's still making money from nothing
 'Cause she's got the body of a prom queen
 A former cocktail waitress who drinks J&B
 She looks 30, is a dirty blonde but was born a brunette
 And yet, that incredible cleavage is as real as it gets
 She's a regular at Ray's, the bar next to the Eldorado
 Looks for men in designer threads like they're the Nevada lotto
 Often dating losers and liquidating their wallets
 She does her best to get by since her first husband bought it

 They say all kinds of clichés here
 Like, "What happens here stays here"
 I know
 But that don't happen here in Reno

 That night I stumbled into Ray's with exhaustion on my face
 Two to one, the Silver Sox hanging on to first place
 A fan of minor league games since I was in second grade
 And Ray has happy hour all night long on days of the games
 Dropped in directly from work in my Monday, Wednesday suit
 A crocheted blue scarf my ex made me last June
 After I got demoted, ne'er saw coming but it did
 Instead my boss hired his lover who's his best friend's kid

 They say all kinds of clichés here
 Like, "What happens here stays here"
 I know
 But that don't happen here in Reno

 She pointed to the stool next to me, "Is someone sitting here?"
 "No, please take a seat, the Silver Sox got the lead"
 She rolled her eyes and bumped her elbow into mine
 Spilled whiskey on my brand new shirt and tie
 "I'm sorry, what's your name?" "Duran, and yours?"
 "Mariana, I live near the Grand Sierra Resort"
 We got a round on the house, one-point-five ounces
 Got piss-drunk and talked about bouncing

 They say all kinds of clichés here
 Like, "What happens here stays here"
 I know
 But that don't happen here in Reno

 She stabbed at her lock, turned and grabbed my cock
 Pulled at my tie and unraveled the knot
 She said she'd be right back to freshly powder her nose
 So, I snooped around and made myself at home
 She had collages on the wall with most of the faces missing
 In her class pictures, even ones with her kissing
 And then she entered the room in full lingerie
 Turned on the record and pumped up the bass