Strayed down underground like your mama say Wide-eyed, true and tried never know their names Thieves in a line-up, they all look the same Harder to blame I hoped for so long, the sunrise would lead me on home Tried of waiting, I'm gettin' on with the show Westbound wrap-around, cobra money dreams Couches and buyouts and truck stop cuisine Saps your esteem Hometown broken down, low-end on the mend Long for my line-up, my songs and my friends My heart's on the fence I've known for so long, I just couldn't make it alone Cue the fade-in, I'm gettin' on with the show It's just what we owe, on with the show It's all that we know, on with the show