Song Lyrics

Three down, five more to go.
It ain't like they don't know, I want 'em to get their things and go.
I'm sick of all these people that can't speak to me, unless they've found something to drink.
Cold cup of coffee is on the windowpane, where it's been since you left yesterday.
Next thing I knew I was under you, with your worn out shoes next to my boots.

[chorus:]
Maybe we no longer know who we're supposed to be
Feelings aren't cheap around here
Somehow everyone finds 'em for free
Trains loaded with slow as much as coal, haul the mile home
while you two spoke.
And I dunno who you are anymore, what ya'll want, what you're lookin' for.

[chorus (2x)]

Adam J. Rubenstein, David V. Moore