Lower Voices

Spending these nights in the scripts cling of the keys over my heart,
Engine running low, broken notes, and waiting for the song to start
When from my seat I hear the songs crackling in the wire, stationed coast to coast
Street invaders from my window just like those scenes I hear the most

There I go again with these voices crawling round my head
Sunken so low, Im itching for a little revenge

Same old scenes, broken dreams, these 45s make me understand
But you could be a saint and complain and take just like a man
As these days close in all these nights are growing dim, lonely teardrops over me down to the dash
Slipping my skin and Levis full of cash,

There I go again with these voices crawling round my head
Sunken so low, Im itching for a little revenge

Voices soft and low (voices soft and low)
Voices soft and low (voices soft and low)
Voices soft and low (voices soft and low)
Voices soft and

There I go again with these voices crawling round my head
Sunken so low, Im itching for a little revenge
There I go again with these voices crawling round my head
Sunken so low, Im itching for a little revenge

And there I go again,
There I go again,
And There I go again,
Yeah