Stranded in this spooky town
Stoplight is swaying and the phone lines are down
Snow is crackling cold
She took my heart, I think she took my soul
With the moon I run
Far from the carnage of the fiery sun

Driven by the strangle of vein
Showing no mercy I’d do it again
Open up your eyes
You keep on crying
Baby I’ll bleed you dry
Skies are blinking at me
I see a storm bubbling up from the sea

And it’s coming closer
And it’s coming closer

You shimmy-shook my boat
Leaving me stranded all in love on my own
Do you think of me
Where am I now
Baby where do I sleep
Feels so good but I’m old
2000 years of chasing taking its toll

And it’s coming closer
And it’s coming closer
And it’s coming closer
And it’s coming closer

This place is a prison.
And these people aren’t your friends.
Inhaling thrills through $20 bills,
And the tumblers are drained and then flooded
Again and again.

They’re guards at the on-ramps armed to the teeth.
And you may case the grounds from the Cascades to Puget Sound,
But you are not permitted to leave.

I know there’s a big world out there
like the one I saw on the screen.
In my living room late last night
It was almost too bright to see.
And I know that it’s not a party
if it happens every night,
Pretending there’s glamor and candelabra,
When you’re drinking by candlelight.

What does it take to get a drink in this place?
What does it take, how long must I wait?