Though I thought about it once or twice

No, I guess it was more like all the time

couple oceans, a couple miles

wondering down brick roads and hillsides

while them guns were going off

when your love is not enough

where them pages write themself

a couple of stories I'll never tell

so, welcome to your brand new life

and welcome to this city

that's crawling with life and them devil eyes

what's it feel like?

when your pulse runs dry

when your mouth grows quiet

paint your lips all bright

you got a little wicked in your eye

back when you were on your own

in a tiny place outside Chicago

tell me when you're feeling low

you would wonder downhill sides and brick roads

while them guns were going off

feel my love is not enough

while them pages write themself

a couple of stories i'll never tell

so welcome to your brand new life

and welcome to this city that's crawling with lovely devil eyes

what's it feel like

when your pulse runs dry

when your mouth grows quiet

paint your lips all bright

you got a little wicked in your eye

folks they living peacefully

river man nods his cap at me

f**ked up smiling ear to ear

blood on your feet

holding your heals

even black and white

yelling something about tonight

cuz everything was short lived

if only you could stay still

so welcome to your brand new life

and welcome to this city that's crawling with lovely devil eyes

and tell me what it feels like

when your pulse runs dry

when your mouth grows quiet

paint your lips all bright

you got a little wicked in your eye