Laughing’s always hard when you’re making an escape

The city don’t do you favors with all the faces in your way

But that’s all part of life’s lonely deal

The TV is less funny unless the news is what is on

Always walking a crooked line from what is real to what is wrong

It must be why I left my jacket hanging in the bar

Oh, you don’t need to know where I plan to go

You don’t need to see what’s become of me

When I sit down in the park watching the people I’ll never know

I’m hoping one will introduce themselves; I usually end up alone

I guess it’s hard to forget you ever were

The clock on the wall was different from the time inside my head

I was thinking it was twenty minutes til I wound up somewhere dead

But I was wrong. I’m gonna stay here working nights for a while