I was talking with the ?
And they said it's not the way it seems
'Cause they work long nights
And they have bad dreams.
You've got an ?
And just a little too much time
And though I try
I can't make you mine.
Good times in an ugly town
One way streets they take you down
Your white dress is drying in the back room
My ? is dying on the stairs.
Your mother only had one daughter.
I think I know the reason why.
Angels on high
You can make them cry.
