It seems downtown is dead tonight   Empty storefronts, broken window panes   I like to think of these city nights as a tragic comedy      Killing me   There's something in the air we try to breathe    That leaves our hopes and dreams gasping       No one gets out of here alive, but still we try    But this city keeps us inside    No one gets out of here alive, but still we try    But this city keeps us inside       There's something in the water that we drink    That dulls our our very sense of feeling       No one gets out of here alive, but still we try    But this city keeps us inside    No one gets out of here alive, but still we try   But this city keeps us inside       It seems downtown is dead every night   We want something   We want something   It seems downtown is dead every night   We want something, not this small town tragedy   We want to forget, even for a night   We want to forget   We want to forget   We want to forget, even for a night   About this small town tragedy