Fast Moving Cars

Lonely faces all along the way
Broken city all dressed up in gray
In the rain outside the restaurant
I make money but I still feel broke
I start drinking and I wanna smoke
Doing donuts in the parking lot

Driving fast moving cars
And drinking old in these bars
Thinking I could paint all those stars

Empty bottles on an empty stage
And a story on the final page
Of a book that no one knows about
This is it this is my last goodbye
This is where my dreams go to die
In the trash behind the record shop

I'm driving fast moving cars
And drinking old in these bars
And Thinking I could paint all those stars
Singing old timed songs
And thinking I could right all these wrongs
And drinking till the pain is all gone

After all this time I still believe
With a few tricks hidden up my sleeve
In the sun way down in Mexico

Driving fast moving cars
And drinking old in these bars
Thinking I could paint all those stars
Singing old time songs
And thinking I could right all these wrongs
And drinking till the pain is all gone