Songtext von This Old Town

Living free is gaining on me Can't keep ahead of my dreams My relief turned out a thief Smooth as rocks in the stream This old time is a sad affair You be glad you're not there It ties your hands It spikes your drink I'd say more, but I can't think Lazy Jim took a bottle with him Tried to flag down a train Left a note Couldn't read what he wrote A light came on in my brain This old time is a sad affair You be glad you're not there It ties your hands It spikes your drink I'd say more, but I can't think The hills are gold Mornings are cold Don't know a soul on the street I keep to myself like everyone else Nobody says much to me Go to bed, fight thoughts in my head In the two in between wake and sleep Rats to kill, contracts to fill It's on ice, but it won't keep This old time is a sad affair You be glad you're not there It ties your hands It spikes your drink I'd say more, but I can't think This old time is a sad affair You be glad you're not there It ties your hands It spikes your drink I'd say more, but I can't think