oh my mysterious country singer she asked
I am climbing barricades in empty streets at night
when I'm down fighting shadows
twenty-five postcards in a box in my room
gas slowly leaking out of a heart shaped balloon
that I'm not sure if I could keep playing for long
it's a very fine line and if one step is wrong
I have no cards to play and that's why
I've got nothing to say tonight
I've got nothing to say tonight