selling something tonight
not looking back
staying up by candlelight
waiting for the place to go black
no one’s looking this direction
dusty road is pointed the other way
walking barefoot at mile ten point five
with nothing to say
nothing to say
selling something tonight
not looking back
staying up by candlelight
waiting for this place to go black
it’s funny feeling like a kid again
vegas nowhere in sight
but i gambled all my money away
now there’s nothing to say
nothing to say
so i’ll eat my words by moonlight
candle gone out long ago
pockets empty, a dried up lake
oh there’s so and so
he’s got nothing to say
nothing to say
selling something tonight
not looking back
staying up by candlelight
waiting for this place to go back