This town looks so different at Midnight I've never seen her streets so subdued I drove out here to remember That's seven bucks I won't get back soon I know you don't wanna hear it because it's so cliche but I just wanted to tell you how much I've thrown away and I'll admit it's unhealthy and someday I'll pay but I just wanted to indulge myself today walking through the front door and swearing I won't be long unlike the man whose been them since he got back from nome My regards to the cold wind I wanted to feel numb but now I just want to talk to someone I'd like to drive a little longer and listen to the static but when am I not being over dramatic When the lights of Lyons come into view I'll be home asleep and can forget of you