There's not a whole lot to keep you busy in a dusty Nevada town
But it gives a man a chance to breathe and his mind can then slow down
You can't blame it on the bottle when it happens either way
That the wallet phone and keys routine gets too much for the front of our brains
To fight the menace of distraction, strategies we learn so well
But I've seen all my best intentions pave a road to some fresh hell
Life keeps moving, I watch the clouds pass through the sky
Another ticket on the windshield, another bill that'll pass me by
My friends all think it's funny
They give a wink and a friendly shove
It doesn't feel good losing money or the trust of the ones you love
Would you trust in a forgetful and genuine friend
I don't think so
Though it might work out fine ninety-nine times, you're bound to learn
Just like the friends I used to know
Life keeps moving, I watch the clouds pass through the sky
Another ticket on the windshield, another bill that'll pass me by
