it's the kind of night mistakes all make themselves
you just show up and drink
i came here alone, i came here with money
i came to do anything but think
funny thing about whiskey, always reminds me
of absolutely not a thing
so here's to the next round, to the shimmer and the let down
tell that band to shut up and sing
here comes the night with no sign of slowing
am i the only one who hears that sound?
pale moon on paper town
a rain that isn't playin' round
a deck of cards without a heart, an open bar
you hear the girls - you know just where you are
it's never a good sign
when the whole state line is outlined in chalk
i've got a table filled with empties, a tank full of you
don't think for a second i won't walk
cause i've been marking all the barstools
to find my way back home
but home is always just a back-up plan
see i've got this good imagination but it can't picture me alone
what part of broken don't you understand?
there goes the night, it left us with nothing
but a tattered hand-me-down, pale moon on paper town ...