I wish it would break There I could move on, right on down the line Where I don't see you, need you, in my life You're wrapped around me Your memories bound me like a chain That ole picture frame keeps hangin' round I ain't ready yet to take it down

Lord, I've got to keep on moving Lord, I've got to get on down Where I can't be found Lord, they're coming after me I've been accused for the killin' Lord knows I didn't do For hangin' me, they are willin', yeah, yeah And that's why I've got to get on

Around every highway, driveway, fast song, slow song on my radio At every party, dive bar, backseat in my car Sounds crazy I know But you just keep hanging around You got me living in a ghost town Girl I see you every road I go down Your memory of me

Lately, I've been hangin' by myself Fuck 'em all, don't need nobody else (fuck 'em, my dude) Fuck 'em all, mane, throw 'em in the gutter, mane I never trust 'em anyway, I killed their brother, mane (rassclaat) The plug, he keep on bringin' in the mouth

Searching for love in the night Hot! And lonely every night You try to find a love Holding on, wanting love You try to find love You keep holding on, Just hanging out Crazy hours, party nights Lady power, hardly right

But it don't change gone, won't bring her back She's moved on, and I'm stuck with that I could change whatever I want But it don't change gone I can keep on changing the song Keep on changing stations Til I finally land on one I don't mind that they keep

She's a complicated lady, so color my baby moody blue, Oh, Moody blue Tell me am I gettin' through I keep hangin' on Try to learn the song But I never do Oh, Moody blue, Tell me who I'm talkin' to You're like the night and day

You wouldn't know me If you saw me here You'll never know me by askin' how I been You'll never keep up that way Wake up at your front door no more That's what I say I'm changing day to day that's right Stop sign, stop sign

Before I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep I hope it's not too late for me, whoa Difference changing in the distance Time consumes the image, oh Time consumes our image, whoa

In a razor town You take whoever you think you can keep around. There's an echoed sound That permeates the sidewalk where she shuffles 'round. It's a big machine. It used to be the avenue of changing dreams. She's a lonely thing, Sweeping up the glitter