A prisoner cries in the dark of his cell. He knows the price of livin' in hell. And nobody sees, nobody hears. But nothin' falls as hard as a prisoner's tears.
I'm only crying little tears. Not quite as big as they might appear. Things went a little wrong. He's just a little gone. And I'm only crying little tears.
Because I always feel like running. Not away, because there is no such place. Because, if there was I would have found it by now. Because it's easier to run,.
If the jukebox took teardrops. And the whiskey was free. If that ol' car in the parking lot. Drove home automatically. . If every night 'neath the honky tonk lights.
I'm sittin' on the train bridge waitin' on sundown. River winds settin' low on that whole town. And nothin' else to do but think and toss a stone and watch it sink.