It's getting late I my time is runnig out

No one special nothing lasting withing sight

How shuyld I stay calm when panic lies just ahead,

Everone can see my youth hanging by a thread



No subtle men came to my town

No subtle man begging for my hand



I'm one of few who's left when everyone has gone

the train is leaving and it's too late to get on,



So much for running when noone stays to wait,

for another broken promise, to slip my mind by mistake

who would take my word on anything these days

I've failed soo many times saying i'm gonna change



No subtle man lives in my town

No subtle man begging for my hand