The old café down the street still stays open all the time
A 1970 step-side still don't run quite like she shines
Still sneak a sip or two at work when I need to you can bet
Still running that old red light on 3rd, still no ones caught me yet
Heartache turns to quicksand
The town remains the same
Yeah, I'm runnin... can't complain
Still find the coldest tap in this town to keep my mind thinking pure
I still consider myself to be a cheap cigar connoisseur
Storms rush into springtime still turn your way on a dime
That barn in the pasture still holding on for dear life
Heartache turns to quicksand
The town remains the same
Yeah, I'm runnin... can't complain
Heartache turns to quicksand
The town remains the same
Yeah, I'm runnin... can't complain
