Collar up and head low
The sacrifices I made
To keep your name on the payroll
Have become my sheep
On the lam, what you've made of me is far from fair
In with lions and out with their share
There'll be a time the spectators will see my side
Ghosts are just outlines, spirits are simply wishes of mine
It's the yearly amnesia, last year, I swear I was just as cold
Evening suede for country brights, you'll call it a comeback
And you wonder why youth get led around by the neck