Lookin' back at the crash site
I don't see me by the roadside
Well this heart is on wheels tonight

Straight through the ghettos and without lights
Now every heart has a blind side
Where it learns how to improvise

Well this place is a !@^%house tonight
Cheaper lovers make expensive wives


But all of these horses
That you chase around
In the end they are the ones

That always bring you down
This invisible city
Where no one sees nothing

We're touching faces in the dark
Feelin' pretty is so hard


Now all of these voices
And all of these noises
With all their illusions of choices

They've come to my door
With one dozen roses
The imitation of good faith

Is how you stumble upon hate
It may have been the first of mistakes



When we held on too loosely
Then opened the gates


But all of these horses
That you chase around

In the end they are the ones
That always bring you down
This invisible city

Where no one sees nothing
We're touching faces in the dark
Feelin' pretty is so hard


Now I try not to tell lies
But there's pressures from inside

So I've learned how to compromise
Good people for alibis


But all of these horses
That you chase around
In the end they are the ones

That always bring you down
This invisible city
Where no one sees nothing

We're touching faces in the dark
Feelin' pretty is so hard