There's a guy on the stage and he's watching the clock
Counting the seconds 'till he can stop
Playing the songs that he's come to loathe
Pack up his things and get back home
An old man in the corner and he's singing along
Slurring his words and he's got the tune wrong
Knocking back shots and spilling his beer
No one can seem to drag him away from her
He feels like he's tied to the tracks, with the train rushing forward he can't look back
And all the bloodhounds are biting at his heels
He's spent one long night of about fifteen years drowning his sorrows in whiskey and beer
And he can't go home 'till he's forgotten how to feel
There's a girl serving drinks and she's struggling to stand
Their wandering eyes and their fumbling hand
She works every day here for minimum wage
No one ever seems to tell her to act her age
The gaffer's sat at the bar getting pissed
And he idly wonders if he would be missed
If he packed up tomorrow and left without word
Well he knows it's absurd
'Cause he feels like he's tied to the tracks, with the train rushing forward he can't look back
And all the bloodhounds are biting at his heels
He's spent every night for about fifteen years wasting his time drinking whiskey and beer
And he won't feel at home 'till he's forgotten how to feel
He feels like he's tied to the tracks, with the train rushing forward he can't look back
And all the bloodhounds are biting at his heels
He's spent one long night of about fifteen years drowning his sorrows in whiskey and beer
And he can't go home 'till he's forgotten how to feel