Just another town that might not recover
just another friend who's gone and lost his mind
just another sunset from the city train
as we ride it free to the end of the line
It's just another rusted attempt
laying sideways in the harbor
while all the men are out at sea
you say you don't want trouble
that you've left that life behind
but you've got trouble here with a capital T
And it's like this every time
you know it's like this every time
So looking out across the formless frontiers
I scream your name down five broken valleys
and paint a picture of a glass hearted girl with
promises way too numerous to tally
and in the search light that's been cheapening the midnight sky
I think of you and how you had that troubled start
but you never let it wash you away
to a town where you didn't speak the language and if it did
you'd always know what to say, you'd say
Let the blade do the work
For years now all I've heard is heave-ho
we've got two burnt cars
down on the beach road
and with a little bit of luck real soon
I'll be going home
with no blood on my hands
I've got blood on my hands
So laying down beneath
the pregnant pause
and in the constant coverage of the wars
we never hear of what's been learned
it's just a thousand rocks left to unturn
and in her monument
she is sleeping in her clothes tonight
and waking up before the sun has a chance to rise
to write her mantra across the skies
it reads 'pick up the wrench if it's a victimless crime'
And it's like this every time
you know it's like this every time