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