Bus station angels with broken doll halos

holding up doorways from Dallas to Boston

All alone and far from home

relying on soup kitchen prayers

Lunatics and losers on parade

Dinner in a bottle when the light starts to fade

The tongue runs deep when the whiskey speaks

that's when the jeckles start to hide

Back in your old school

no one's missing you

they've all given you up for dead

Goodbye to sweet sixteen

but things ain't what they seem

Could be the gutter is better

than what you've left

She cries at night, living in black and white

And time's out of time, living in black and white

Back alley sally's bending for dollars

what's on the menu behind Alice's restaurant

Friday night when the bullets fly

Checking in to a cardboard motel

Back in your old school

no one's missing you

they've all given you up for dead

Goodbye to sweet sixteen

but things ain't what they seem

Could be the gutter

is better than what you've left

She cries at night living in black and white

And time's out of time living in black and white