Gets Late Early

"Thought I knew this place

'Til I spent a little time with the locals

On these streets

Blue in haunted saloons

Air is thick with desire and fear

Like the wind they all disappear

And Im tired, no one admits that they're tired

Feels like running in place, changing shapes in the desert

With ghosts of those who had to lay down

'Cause it gets late early in this town

Angels and devils on every corner

Stars and tears in each eye

Sun goes down and the air gets colder

I laugh so I don't cry

There's always more pain left to kill, bitter pill,

I'll take another round

'Cause it gets late early in this town

Souls in the cracks of the sidewalk

Hearts made of glass on the ground

Everyone's looking for something somewhere

With too little love to go round

Feels like running in place, changing shapes in the desert

With ghosts of those who had to lay down

'Cause it gets late early in this town

Angels and devils on every shoulder

Stars and tears in each eye

Heartbreak can turn any good heart colder

I laugh so I don't cry

There's always more pain left to kill, bitter pill,

I'll take another round

'Cause it gets late early in this town

Angels and devils on every shoulder

Stars and tears in each eye

Heartbreak can turn any good heart colder

I laugh so I don't cry

Theres always more pain left to kill, bitter pill,

I'll take another round

Guess Kris probably thought of me when he wrote "Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down"

'Cause it gets late early, it gets late early,

It gets late early in this town

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