The calloused hands upon the plow I loved you then and I love you now, Reuben James Reuben James Reuben James, you still walk the furrowed field of my mind The faded shirt, the weathered brow In my song you live again And the phrases that I rhyme Are

Keep yourself alive I was told a million times But if I crossed a million rivers And I rode a million miles Then I'd still be where I started To keep me satisfied All you people keep yourself alive

Where the streets have no name It's all I can do We're beaten and blown by the wind Where the streets have no name, oh oh We're still building then burning down love Burning down love And when I go there, I go there with you Blown by the wind I want to

I was thinking she would come over, stay over Wake up hungover, still head over heels for me Thought it was something we could talk over, drink over Then it would be over, back to how it used to be No, but it's the kind where the sheets get colder And

It's the same thing again and again You come around every now and then Your clothes are different but you're still the same Why else would you come here? Scumbag on a mission You're telling me that it's been awhile Shit eating grin and a brand new lie

Downtown’s dead without you Girls walk by and friends say hi Then Friday night it might as well be just another Tuesday night without you As long as you’re still in my head There ain’t a way that I can paint a ghost town red Downtown’s dead, downtown’s

So tell me now If this ain't love then how do we get out? Because I don't know That's when she said I don't hate you boy I just want to save you while there's still something left to save That's when I told her I love you girl But I'm not the answer for

Downtown’s dead without you Girls walk by and friends say hi Then Friday night it might as well be just another Tuesday night without you As long as you’re still in my head There ain’t a way that I can paint a ghost town red Downtown’s dead, downtown’s

Downtown’s dead without you Girls walk by and friends say hi Then Friday night it might as well be just another Tuesday night without you As long as you’re still in my head There ain’t a way that I can paint a ghost town red Downtown’s dead, downtown’s

We'll be outlaws You'll never face a judge without me You'll never battle the gavel alone And if they lock us away Then I'll be still here Partners in crime I'm Bonnie you can be Clyde