In this smoky bar
Trouble's not too far
Away
If it would only go
For an hour or so
I'd stay here

But your eyes are much too familiar
And my heart is in extremes
And if I could I would
Tell you my life is
Coming apart at the seams
But the ghost of deadlock rides this train
And she takes it out of town
It's way past last call
It's way past the point of giving us new ground
To stand on

And when you go home
It'll be alone . . . like me
In the quiet dark
Past the empty parks
In the back seat . . . of a taxi

But your eyes are much too familiar
And my heart is in extremes
And if I could I would
Tell you my life is
Coming apart at the seams
But the ghost of deadlock rides this train
And she takes it out of town
It's way past last call
It's way past the point of giving us new ground
To stand on

. . . then hold on