Sometimes at night i drive by and stare
And wonder what my life would be like if i had wound up there
Would i walk around with that look on my face
That dreaded look of having been condemned to this place
I could have kept on drinking
I could have gone to jail
My twisted road was sinking
The broken memories that dwell
The hanging light bulb reflecting through the broken pane
Bullet-filed walls, the roof cant seem to stop the rain
Out on the streets, whores trade their bodies for balloons
Had to get away, couldn?t get too far too soon