She is searching for some form of salvation

In the corner of a bar down the street

But the gin controls whole conversations

And plays magic tricks with her feet...



She gets upfalls downbreaks even

Gets caught by the wrong mister right --

Heyit's a hard town.

I wouldn't want to live in it --

But I wouldn't want to give up in it

All things being the same...



Back home she's got these pictures on her mirror

They frame her when she looks back at her face.

They tell her where she's been --

I'll tell you where she's going

She's got her name on a stool down at eddie owen's place...



She drinks when romance brings her down.

Like the sight of blood is a wedding gown.

Bright lights and smoke fill up this space.

It's a crowded roombut still a lonely old place...



All her friends are nothing more than strangers

Whose names are just words on a face .

If they bumped into her out on a sidewalk on some sunday

They wouldn't recognize her outside of the place