Spending these nights in the scripts cling of the keys over my heart,
Engine running low, broken notes, and waiting for the song to start
When from my seat I hear the songs crackling in the wire, stationed coast to coast
Street invaders from my window just like those scenes I hear the most
There I go again with these voices crawling round my head
Sunken so low, Im itching for a little revenge
Same old scenes, broken dreams, these 45s make me understand
But you could be a saint and complain and take just like a man
As these days close in all these nights are growing dim, lonely teardrops over me down to the dash
Slipping my skin and Levis full of cash,
There I go again with these voices crawling round my head
Sunken so low, Im itching for a little revenge
Voices soft and low (voices soft and low)
Voices soft and low (voices soft and low)
Voices soft and low (voices soft and low)
Voices soft and
There I go again with these voices crawling round my head
Sunken so low, Im itching for a little revenge
There I go again with these voices crawling round my head
Sunken so low, Im itching for a little revenge
And there I go again,
There I go again,
And There I go again,
Yeah