The backroom boys are playin' real hard There's a lot of money rollin' on the next card Some are goin' up some are goin' down Some'll never make it to
So you've run outa numbers And you've run outa lovers They won't deliver that pizza You're hungry under the covers You're all alone in the moonlight
We made a promise But what's the difference Call me friend, what you calling for You couldn't take me as I am But that was only party chat......I ran
It's three o'clock in the morning And they're sayin' you've had enough But you want another drink Good old north or southern stuff You're a boy from
Welcome to the land of milk and honey This is where your braves died to be free Living in those days for love or money Left your heart and soul at wounded
Round about midnight I feel the chill closin' in Living my stage fright I need the sun to begin - tomorrow Thinking 'bout my life And all the changes
It's a sign of the times, standing in line Quietly waiting to go out of your mind There's nothing to say, no reason to stay To fight for the right that
Trains, running through the town Missed my turn around Trains, got to break away Got to leave today There's nothin' gonna stop me From runnin' the tracks
Every single day I think of the times When you were still mine And I'm blue Got to get away Get you out of my mind I'm caught up in time And I'm blue
Don't talk to the pilot When he's flyin' Don't smile at the soldier He's on parade Don't come creeping round, you'll Catch me cryin' No more talkin' '
