I was talking with the?
And they said it's not the way it seems
'Cause they work long nights
And they have bad dreams
You've got an?
And just a little too much time
And though I try
I can't make you mine
Good times in an ugly town
One way streets they take you down
Your white dress is drying in the back room
My? is dying on the stairs
Your mother only had one daughter
I think I know the reason why
Angels on high
You can make them cry