All the kids you follow around

Know what it's all about

Or at least that's what they'll have you believing

You walk when there's no cabs going south

And your light goes out

And they're waiting there the following evening

It's eight 'till two when you're drinking in town

And you turn around

For ten to seven in shipping and receiving

You remember when nothing was wrong

But it's been so long

And you're tired of the scene and you're leaving.