Locked out like a dog in the rain
Bag on my shoulder and a pocket full of change
To bus's mercy in the early morning light
What did you do on Saturday night?
Please take me back to where I used to be
The road we used to share together you and me
I can't say for right or true or wrong
All I can say is i know where I belong
Post stuys family white lines and the Irish times
The men who drink in A-road pubs
And rave flyers all lost in the same sea
I hear them say it's all yours maestro
If you just give into me
Give into me

Suicide bridge in that morning once
The raw fumes and fate wires
And the things that pick up and kick off
From the roar of the spit on the road
To central reservation
The rapturous players of the petrol station

I love the smell of the fumes coming through the window
But you always put the window up
So I have a cigarette up and play with a crescendo
I never knew but I had to give it up
These days on the wrong side of the window
Thought I saw your place, you didn't let me in though
These days, I say sorry a lot more
I'm never sure, if it's the bailiffs at the door
But I still walk the same road at night
Watch the same rain melt the same lights
Bag on my shoulder and a pocket full of rage
How many late nights does it take you to change?

Always thought you were holding me back but
Turns out you were just holding me together
I make a move it's my big time crash in though
I walked for years in the hills of a hero

Suicide bridge and the morning watch
The raw fumes and fate wires
And the things that pick up and kick off
And the roar of the spit on the road
The center reservation
The rapturous players of the petrol station

Come down over the hill
The lights in the distance glimmering
Shine lit for me
And they're lit up for you too
Or so I th--
So I th--

These days on the wrong side of the window
Thought I saw your place, you didn't let me in though
These days, I say sorry a lot more
I'm never sure, if it's the bailiffs to the door
But I still walk the same road at night
Watch the same rain melt the same lights
Bag on my shoulder and a pocket full of rage
How many late nights does it take you to change?


Lyrics submitted by crueltutelage, edited by strangeweekend

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