Boiled In Lead No Passenger
Walkin' down an empty street in a city I don't know Whistlin something catchy as I make my way through snow. Ain't got no gloves so I keep my hands balled up in fists; I'm tryin' not to think how it all came down to this. I been searching for a sparrow in a city full of wrens I been asking for the cost so I can make amends I been waiting for the questions so my answers will make sense I been looking for the way home but the snow is much too dense. They said "Why are you here?" I said, "I'm doin' time Cause I'm willing to break laws but I won't commit no crime." If there's more to making choices than luck and happenstance, I hope I do it right next time I get the chance. This city seems so cold, and it isn't just the wind. I would be easy to say, "I'm here because I sinned." I'm here because someday someone will need a ride And I'll throw away my drink and say, "The coach awaits outside."
