In this smoky bar Trouble's not too far Away If it would only go For an hour or so I'd stay here But your eyes are much too familiar And my heart is in extremes And if I could I would Tell you my life is Coming apart at the seams But the ghost of deadlock rides this train And she takes it out of town It's way past last call It's way past the point of giving us new ground To stand on And when you go home
It'll be alone . . . like me In the quiet dark Past the empty parks In the back seat . . . of a taxi But your eyes are much too familiar And my heart is in extremes And if I could I would Tell you my life is Coming apart at the seams But the ghost of deadlock rides this train And she takes it out of town It's way past last call It's way past the point of giving us new ground To stand on . . . then hold on