This town is drying me out   Good night, but I'm headed out    Wish me luck, on borrowed time   Your time is always running out      Say the word; Give the sign   Raise your glass to borrowed time      This city is dying fast   The wayliad trains   The shattered windows    In the rain      Say the word; Give the sign    Raise you glass to borrowed time      An homage the to spirits of the dead    To all the relies, and the things they left behind   They're fading away    And rust and blood and history   Will stain my thieving hands