Verse 1

Say you are
The coldest son of a bastard in this town
You are driving steel
And you’re drunk at the wheel
You’re running all your friends into the ground

Summer’s come
Your grain fields are all dust
And seeds dried up
So you drive to the next town
Burn their silos down
Slaughter all their cattle
And reduce to rust

Chorus:

Your house
Is such a lonely place
You’ve been called out
The whole city stands at your gate
They scream so loud
You’re forced to draw your weapon
Make a stand when questioned
See the mess you made
Pitch forks and burning stakes

Verse 2

Winter falls
The cold ice in the morning may never thaw
Still you’re lying all over town
Spreading rumors all around
That the more they give you
The more they’ll eventually have

Come what may
The evening is black
And your fire reduced to gray
Yet something in your mind
Is hoping that you’ll find
The real that’s in you
The man that got away