Texty: Strung Out. Blackhawks Over Los Angeles. All The Nations.

In London, in Brooklyn
By the side of the road in the rain
It's simple in this ghost town
Another set of eyes breaks me down again
I know there's something going on with my perception
I see the same face in every new direction
And every set of eyes tells me something I know about myself
But never seem to wonder

This breaks my heart, each time I see the woman I don't know
And all the nations tell me is we're all the same way

In Berlin, in DC
Going south on a cocaine train
A church yard, a back yard
Keeping on till we find our way home again

To all of the nations
And two light towns
In the airports and gutters
The eyes shout all the same

This breaks my heart, each time I see the woman I don't know
And all the nations tell me is we're all the same way

Together we go through it all and
We've seen it all and we're going nowhere
In life we can never try to break us down and
Get along

Together we sing along
In life we'll never be alone
In life we'll never be alone
Let's celebrate the space that keeps us from ever getting in
From ever getting in

This breaks my heart each time I see the woman I don't know
And all the nations tell me is we're all the same way

Together we go through it all and
We've seen it all and we're going nowhere
In life we can never try to break us down and
Get along