This town is drying me out
Good night, but I'm headed out
Wish me luck, on borrowed time
Your time is always running out
Say the word; Give the sign
Raise your glass to borrowed time
This city is dying fast
The wayliad trains
The shattered windows
In the rain
Say the word; Give the sign
Raise you glass to borrowed time
An homage the to spirits of the dead
To all the relies, and the things they left behind
They're fading away
And rust and blood and history
Will stain my thieving hands
Good night, but I'm headed out
Wish me luck, on borrowed time
Your time is always running out
Say the word; Give the sign
Raise your glass to borrowed time
This city is dying fast
The wayliad trains
The shattered windows
In the rain
Say the word; Give the sign
Raise you glass to borrowed time
An homage the to spirits of the dead
To all the relies, and the things they left behind
They're fading away
And rust and blood and history
Will stain my thieving hands