verse 1 She's on her way to work Her heart is wearing thin The tattoos leave a mark From everywhere she's been Cause she's never in one place She takes it on the chin Now tears are welling up And they are rushing down her skin While she's pushing trough the door She hides behind a grin But no one really knows How sad she feels within Oh, oh Life goes on, put a sad song on Chorus She's tryna go the distance, but she's running out of love It doesn't make a difference, no it's never quite enough Buys chocolate bars and magazines, the things that make her smile But she falls down, down, down She's on her way Back to work at 7, when the morning sun is up She goes home at 11 with her coat all buttoned up Buys cigarettes and DVDs, the thing that make her smile But she falls down, down, down She's on her way to nowhere verse 2 Driving in the rain to her house right up the road Her name is on the mailbox but it never feels like home When she's climbing into bed, you know, she's climbing all alone When she's climbing into bed She's climbing on her own Oh, oh Life goes on, put a sad song on Chorus She's tryna go the distance, but she's running out of love It doesn't make a difference, no it's never quite enough Buys chocolate bars and magazines, the things that make her smile But she falls down, down, down She's on her way Back to work at 7, when the morning sun is up She goes home at 11 with her coat all buttoned up Buys cigarettes and DVDs, the thing that make her smile But she falls down, down, down She's on her way to nowhere verse 3 He's working at the bar And takes a later shift A little drunk and far too young to end up just like this When he takes her by the hand She does not resist They're on their way to nowhere because nowhere sure beats this Chorus She's tryna go the distance, now she's got a little love A little makes a difference, even if it's not enough The chocolate bars and magazines, just leave 'em on the shelf And put 'em down, down, down She's on her way Back to work at 7, when the morning sun is up They drive home at 11 to smoke cigarettes and stuff The DVDs and memories, you keep them to yourself from the way down, down, down They're on their way to nowhere