In the Nighttime

You're always looking for the next one

You swing the hammer 'fore you find that nail

You'd never call yourself the best one

You hide a wicked, uninspiring tale

You'd take control and manifest one

Clench your teeth while you ride that rail

You're always looking for the next one

The next one

She's always eager for the nighttime

So afraid that that the sun's gonna call her out

She fights so hard to pull a tight line

Ride the tension so the strain can deflect the doubt

She's got the soul but not the right dime

And somebody she can't afford to forget about

She's always eager for the nighttime

The nighttime

So you slide

All the way you slide

Halfway to the next sad silent town

Oh like hell she tries

She's so good at keeping you around

Through those empty eyes

The neon

Oh the gaslight wears you down

Still you're bound

To hear these mournful sounds

You make the promise that you won't keep

She plays her part and loosens on the line

Declare yourself a mental victory

She pretends she can still see that shine

You dig your grave but never too deep

Oh you know what she'll do when she finds

You're always looking for the next one

And she don't have to be honest in the nighttime

So you slide

All the way you slide

Halfway to the next sad silent town

Oh like hell she tries

She's so good at keeping you around

Through those empty eyes

The neon

Oh the gaslight wears you down

Still you're bound

To hear these mournful sounds

Hear the mournful sounds