In A Razor Town

In a razor town

you take whoever you think you can keep around.

There's an echoed sound

that permeates the sidewalk where she shuffles 'round.

It's a big machine.

It used to be the avenue of changing dreams.

She's a lonely thing,

sweeping up the glitter while she pulls the strings.

Take a long last look

before she turns to stone

what the last man took

and what was long, long gone.

The way it used to be...

I wasn't there to see it working properly.

Now it seems to me

both of you are suffering.

I've heard her say

that you're the only reason she's alive today.

I just turned away

thinking maybe she was right.

So say your last goodbye.

Make it short and sweet

There ain't no way to fly

with her hanging on your feet.

Let her go out if she wants to.

If she don't, go out yourself.

Don't take sorry for an answer

unless you really want what's left.

'Cause in a razor town

the only thing that matters tends to bring you down.

There's no way around,

but maybe you can barrel through

cause a razor ain't no good for you.