This town is drying me out Good night, but I'm headed out Wish me luck, on borrowed time Your time is always running out Say the word; Give the sign Raise your gla** to borrowed time This city is dying fast The wayliad trains The shattered windows In the rain Say the word; Give the sign Raise you gla** to borrowed time An homage the to spirits of the dead To all the relies, and the things they left behind They're fading away And rust and blood and history Will stain my thieving hands