it's late. i'm tired. i'll be going to bed shortly.

the rent-a-cops are sleeping
there's nobody to watch me pass
and the trees have been weeping
their tears are still upon the grass
you're the drink i could not swallow
you're the cinder in my eye
i walk among the stones again
in the place we said goodbye

now as the stars are dying
i hide my head behind the wall
there's seven kinds of sorrow
and darling, i can name them all
you're the path i could not follow
to the place where no one cries
i walk among the stones again
in the place we said goodbye

why should i try to hang on
when the world keeps shutting me out
i've done everything wrong
since you fell of the face of the earth...

firewater is a really good band. i know you don't believe me, but they are. i mean it.

it's a bad, bad world...but it's the only one we got.