I'm just a chalk outline Nothing but a name We could move away Live under different names See places that don't just stay the same Prescribed the cold sea breeze Classic cars and movie scenes Shake off your old ways Be who you could've been We're all just living in palliative care Finding our own ways to get there Black coffee and dusty books Pay-phones and lost good looks Forgotten towns that lost What once made them good And stories never told Whiskey will numb the cold Until we get old We swore we'd never get old We're all just living in palliative care Finding our own ways to get there We're all just living in palliative care Finding our own ways to get there We're all just living in palliative care Finding our own ways to get there We're all just living in palliative care Finding our own ways to get there