Turn it down
Start it over
Alone is such an ugly game


Pay it back
Pay it forward

Nothing means nothing to me

So they went down to the station

They were looking for a ride
They were running out of ink
They were running out of time

Yeah

And with the color of the whistle

With the sounding of the smoke
I repeat it in a picture
I repeat it in a joke

Yeah
Yeah


Loud clothes
Quiet earrings
Black nights

White shadows
A bone and a key


Old flames
Dead [?] widows
Someone has been done to me


So they believe that their conductor
Is the leader of the pack

Killing time and too conductive
They were never looking back
Yeah


And the table had to chase it
And the time hollered back

And the thanks that cut the cable
And they're running out of tracks
Yeah

Yeah

So they kissed the farmer's daughters

With their pockets full of gold
And they draw the shades of markets
On the corner of the window


And the kid under the kitchen
And unmarked grave

They're uncovering the old