Sun and celebration come running down my road
Echoing the mood I'm in
I'm always failing and I always seek to win
There's only so much that I can fake
And there is nothing that is holding you on
You're colder than an April shower
I saw outsiders wanting to belong
These things keep me hanging on
In a boomtown
What blows up must fall down
Stinging like an angel hitting a wall
In a boomtown
What blows up must fall down
Stinging like a backside in some old fashioned rodeo
I saw a woman dressed in black today
Caught up in the mood she makes
Her head is twisted and in her heart she longs
To be dragged to her lonely fate
But there is something that's holding her on
She's colder than an April shower
I see her love heading down the road
These things keep me hanging on
In a boomtown
What blows up must fall down
Stinging like an angel hitting a wall
In a boomtown
What blows up must fall down
Stinging like a backside in some old fashioned rodeo
