The fire is dying   The night will be cold   Not a light in sight   I’ve got to go      Can you tell these eyes are awaiting the end?   That nothing's waiting around the bend?   While we stay here sitting still all the hypocrisy's leading us in      Light rain upon the fire   You’ve got a ride   Free beer all night and I got to drive      Beat and battered, gray and old   The many years are taking their toll   Vote for Democracy, yeah   Vote for a word   Vote for a word   The girl you knew had her own car, her own scars, her own cross   The farther out you reached into the night the less she remembered, the less you tried