Me and my friends
Are cheap motels
Beside the din
Of diesel bells
The sound they make
Can orchestrate
The mood I'm in
Dissolve the ache
And we are all living after the fall
And we are all living after the fall
Mine is the mess
Of truth confessed
Yours is the myth
Of carnivals
As they leave town
Like painted birds
And we are all living after the fall
And we are all living after the fall