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

Just another microcosm somewhere in the ether Putting a world to rights with Bing Crosby eyes Oversharing and its bitter aftertaste Exactly the wrong time in exactly the wrong place Save it for a rainy day Baby, you go hard in the paint It's just another

Day by day, people get sick of one another Day by day, people chase each other away I chose solitude For I lost faith in my world I had dreams of peace How simple hearted was I Omid do what is in your power To save us from all this pain Forbid our lives

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Wandering away Will I shed one more tear for my broken family And have a glass of whiskey with another friend That has nowhere to be Get my feet on the road they feel much better there Gonna stop trying some day some year I meant it when I told her I

Paints a trace of sadness Sweet, sweet is the night When the day is done and there's nowhere to run And the people of the city have all lost and won In your city dress you stand and stare And you smoke another cigarette and comb your hair And the light

I have always been a storm Every night that goes between I feel a little less As you slowly go away from me This is only another test Every day you do not come Your softness fades away Did I ever really care that much

Did we all fall down? Well tonight, will it ever come? We hold in our hearts The sword and the faith Swelled up from the rainclouds Move like a wreath We'll lie another day And through it all

At the end of the day At the end of the day you're another day older And that's all you can say for the life of the poor It's a struggle, it's a war And there's nothing that anyone's giving One more day standing about, what is it for? One day less to be

Population one since yesterday Livin' and dyin' in the hell I made Right now my mind's in another state Ain't enough heart here left to break I drove half way to town last night And I turned around In a field of fireflies makin' such a lonely sound As my