This small town has no more stories to tell So what are you doing to me? Small talk and pretend as if we can save ourselves from mediocrity A forbidden dance between the school maiden and the passing cowboy. No! Please! I am too lazy for adventure.
Put your hands back on that steering wheel, you are not insane enough for me.
The snow is what’s keeping us alive. I haven’t felt my face in weeks. The sun doesn’t shines here anymore. No hope, no prayers in this desolate town— and that’s all right with me. I don’t know myself and I don’t want to.