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 town 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 town 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 town 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 town 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