The last verse struck me as quite profound:
Pretty girl keep growin' up, playin' make-up, wearin' guitar
Growin' old in a bar, ya grow old in a bar
Headed out to San Francisco, definitely not L.A.
Didn't mention your name, didn't mention your name
The attitude of the lifestyle I was leading in the early 90's is almost perfectly summed up in this verse. Hearing the tune made me feel old, remember a time long ago with fondness, even though I, in my youthful ignorance, probably made it more difficult that it needed to be. I guess I too was in my own way "playin' make-up" and "wearing guitar"