Lights line highway
Waves pound the shore
Not even the sailors come around any more
They crossed all the windows
The prayed to the glass
They lost on the horses
They blew all their cash

'O Riley the butcher he was the the last one to leave
The cops picked him up
They found blood on his sleeve
Still after hours clubs
Shine across town
They'll party all night
Then burn the place down
Burn it down

They burn it like an anchor
Waiting for the last number
While I watch their shadows
While I sit and wonder
My head in my hands
Grease on my face
All I need is a dream
To take me out of this place

One dream