One-way streets and square one. The answers don't come from any one direction. Not a care in the world, no better way to go. It's fine here, watching it go down.
One-way streets and square one. The answers don't come from any one direction. Not a care in the world, no better way to go. It's fine here, watching it go down.
Pattern doesn't match. Pictures fall from their base. Pulling out of the race. Put up the red flag. Matters close at hand. Cross over the land. . You get so diffused.
You're constantly defining what's left. A half-empty bottle of beer. Your misses, match-ups. And now here. . A weight lifted, a weight on the next. Some days you don't know why.
Sky cracks open, walls falling to the floor. Just as well to keep it, a guessing game in store. You're with me now, will be again. All other points in between.
Sky cracks open, walls falling to the floor. Just as well to keep it, a guessing game in store. You're with me now, will be again. All other points in between.
You could change your ways. Living long enough to stay. But you're leavin' before the day breaks. . Your proving ground is strange. Your proving ground is strange.
Now and then it keeps you running. It never seems to die. The trail's spent with fear. Not enough living on the outside. Never seem to get far enough.
Now and then it keeps you running. It never seems to die. The trail's spent with fear. Not enough living on the outside. Never seem to get far enough.
Put whiskey on the wounds. Salt the glass and say goodbye. No feel-good scenes to bring it back. Just falling brick and broken glass. . Wrecking-ball operator.
Mileage has taken its toll. Paid it with lines to show. You've had your fill of asphalt. Cough tremors, and smoke-filled doors. Look like the habit controls you.
Mileage has taken its toll. Paid it with lines to show. You've had your fill of asphalt. Cough tremors, and smoke-filled doors. Look like the habit controls you.
Walking down Main Street. Getting to know the concrete. Looking for a purpose from a neon sign. I would meet you anywhere the western sun meets the air.
Reality, it burns. The way we're living is worse. The pillars of inspiration are all falling down. The clean-up won't work while the fallout goes on..
Reality, it burns. The way we're living is worse. The pillars of inspiration are all falling down. The clean-up won't work while the fallout goes on..
We've been through the thick. Straightaways after. Dragged for days on end. Turning away from faster. . Downshifting low. Reaches a point you know. . But I can't complain.
Don't know if your carin', truth is worth tearin' though we're miles apart.. Front door leavin's the way I've been feelin' 20 days overboard.. . [Chorus].
Sidetracked down the middle. Never saw it coming, what a surprise. It's been a wonder. . Electricity tells a story. It's a sound getting near as fear is watching you.
A worn out joke to keep the flies away carried it this far. The west side winds to keep it steady. Bury the hatchets we find could carry that heavy load.
It's a long way to heaven. It's a short way to hell. Painkillers won't help. When the weight's not yourself. . They're poisoning the air. For personal wealth.