verse 1 You keep your ears so close to the ground You process speech and there's no one around And it's a grand old time for a broken glass And it's all we ever need verse 2 You dig them holes and never find a dime You can't pretend it's not a waste of time And the payphones ring until you burn em down It's my kind of town La la la la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la la la verse 3 You lie before the change of pace When your set dead last in a wasted race It's the cold hard facts that will bring me to tears And that's the way it goes La la la la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la la la Outro