High Two Pair

Well the walls are grey

And the paint is cracked

I keep telling myself

You don’t have to go back

To the hotel rooms

And the endless blues

The empty halls

And the misfit shoes

But I wan’t you to know

That I’m on your side

You’re my favorite bet

When I throw the dice

And I want you to know

It’s been a hell of a ride

If we can just get out

of this ghost town alive

(stay alive)

(take a ride

(It’ll be alright)

They ain’t hring at Mr. Tipples

And the Poor House is closed

What happened up there at Biscuits

Nobody knows

I see a boarded up club

It was the mother load

They killed this city

Now I’m gonna hit the road

I’ll pack up my bags

One more time

We;re searching for a city

with our own kind

We got a desert to cross

Like the days of old

Miles and miles of endless road

(endless road)

(come on let’s go)

(Got to carry the load)

The thing about luck

If you can just hold on long enough

Ya, things might, things might, things might

just go your way

There ain’t nothing better

Than a loser who can win

So place your bets

again and again

The deck is stacked

I got a high two pair

We on a full tilt dive

Baby I don’t care

Winners and losers

They all look the same

At the bottom of the river

They got the same dream

I can beat the odds

With you by my side

If we can just get out of this ghost town alive

(stay alive)

(take a ride

(It’ill be alright)