This Old Town
Living free
Is gaining on me
Can't keep ahead of my dreams
My relief turned out a thief
Smooth as rocks in the stream
This old town is a sad affair
You be glad you're not there
It ties your hands
It spikes your drink
I'd say more, but I can't think
Lazy Jim took a bottle with him
Tried to flag down a train
Left a note couldn't read what he wrote
A light came on in my brain
This old town is a sad affair
You be glad you're not there
It ties your hands
It spikes your drink
I'd say more, but I can't think
The hills are gold
Mornings are cold
Don't know a soul on the street
I keep to myself
Like everyone else
Nobody says much to me
Go to bed
Fight thoughts in my head
In the time between wake and sleep
Rats to kill
Contracts to fill
It's on ice but it won't keep
This old town is a sad affair
You be glad you're not there
It ties your hands
It spikes your drink
I'd say more, but I can't think