Livin' free is gainin' on me   Can't keep ahead of my dreams      My relief turned out a theif   Smooth as rocks in the stream      This old town is a sad afair   You'll be glad you're not there   It ties your hands, it spikes your drink   I'd say more, but I can't think      Lazy Jim took a bottle with him   Tried to flag down a train   Left a note, couldn't read what he wrote   A light came on in my brain      This old town is a sad afair   You'll be glad you're not there   It ties your hands, it spikes your drink   I'd say more, but I can't think      The hills are gold   Mornings are cold   Don't know a soul on the street   I keep to myself, like everyone else   Nobody says much to me      Go to bed, fight thoughts in my head   In the time between wake and sleep   Rats to kill, contracts to fill   It's on ice, but it won't keep      This old town is a sad afair   You'll be glad you're not there   It ties your hands, it spikes your drink   I'd say more, but I can't think   x2