[ Featuring
the Half-Empties ]
Horizon's growing dark as the sun goes under
Bed's made of dirt but my sheets are lumber
Where will I be when I wake I wonder
Will I wake at all from this endless slumber
There's no light at the end of the tunnel
When you're caught at the end of your rope
There's no fight at the end of the gallows
Out of time
Out of luck
Out of hope
When the day ends, my life too is over
Never in my life have I been so sober
Need more luck than a four-leaf clover
If I'm gonna get the rope from off my shoulder
There's no light at the end of the tunnel
When you're caught at the end of your rope
There's no fight at the end of the gallows
Out of time
Out of luck
Out of hope
Danced on the boards, but the air's much thinner
Summer night's warm but the ground's like winter
Hope's running out as the day grows dimmer
Born to a saint, but I'll die a sinner
There's no light at the end of the tunnel
When you're caught at the end of your rope
There's no fight at the end of the gallows
Out of time
Out of luck
Out of hope
Time's running out as the rope gets tighter
Body getting heavy as my head gets lighter
