All of these empty streets under a thousand lifeless stars; Some say they lead to “anywhere” but they never get me very far. I’ve taken a thousand pills but nothing ever worked as well as getting away from you and your twenty-four seven living hell. So I’ve been looking around for a better life; Moving on seems right but I’ve been sitting here all night. And since I’ve been alone I’ve realized the telephone is the heaviest thing that I’ve ever lifted. All of these crowded streets with their glowing neon bars; She said they lead to nowhere but they’re better than the stars. I’ve thought of the better times and that works just as well as getting a call from you with another bullshit story to tell. So, I’ve been living here in a better life and I hope that you’re all right but she’s been lying here all night. And since you’ve been gone I’ve written a thousand shitty songs just to let you know that I’ve been lifted.