The cars leave their trails of hot and cold light inside my head |
| Like burned-in long exposure pictures |
| The wheels spin slowly backwards |
| Strobing in the amber light |
| And the rain comes down and washes my brain |
| But it don't get clean |
This town has turned me into what I have become |
| This town dresses me up like a stranger |
| This town performs in the window like the ultimate gift |
| This town takes us down |
| I feel like I'm losing you to this town |
We were saving our money for half of our lives |
| We were saving our dreams |
| And we came to this place to make the chances real |
| In the big city |
| But I've been counting the days |
| I've been watching you change |
| And I can feel it dying |
| The noise outside takes you in its arms |
| Like a lamb to a lion |
And down there somewhere among the noise |
| The magazine dolls and the big money boys |
| Move silently on their easy heels |
| They move silently on their greasy wheels |
This town has turned me into what I have become |
| This town dresses you up like a stranger |
| This town hangs around in the doorway and tells me I'm late |
| This town takes us down, takes us down |
| I feel like I'm losing you to this town |
The morning breaks and I watch you awake |
| This town takes you down away from me again |