Losing streak
Trying to sail over dry land
Losing sleep
Promise to pay, no money in hand
And the cold's rolling in from the north
And there's snow on the streets of Atlanta
Easy to say
This too shall pass, nothing lasts
So many ways
Ways to go wrong, so you just go along
And the trucks run their engines all night
And sleep in the glare of the streetlight
And you try to decide what it's worth
When it's all in between times that matter
Like day for night
You know it looks wrong; you know it's too bright
Naive, they say
So easily fooled, by shadows and light
And the actors squint into the sun
And wait on the set for direction
