7 to 5 in the Midlothian Mines
If I could just lose track of time I'd forget the wine
Taking a drive, looking for the night
If I could just get lost I'd be alright
I've been around my hometown block
To many times to count them all
February feels the same as it did back in the Fall
The seasons start to bleed - the reasons start to leave
So I'll be going before the dog days hit the streets
Taking a shot at a wasted moon
Even the losers get another chance to move
I know my lot and I know my song
And you live down what you live if you live at all
Can't sleep here after dark
The James is full of sharks
Been wandering the block
Can't remember where I parked
In the Devil's Triangle,
Even the angels' cards are marked
I'll be going before the dog days get to me