One Headlight

Well this place is old,
It feels just like a beat up truck,
I turn the engine, but the engine doesn't turn,
Well it smells of coffee cups and cigarettes,
This place is always such a mess.
Sometimes I think I'd like to watch it burn,
I'm lost and I feel just like somebody else,
Man, I ain't changed, but I know I ain't the same,
But somewhere here in between
the city walls of dyin' dreams,
I think his death it must be killin' me.

Hey, come on try a little,
Nothing is forever,
There's got to be something better
than in the middle,
But me and Cinderella,
We put it all together,
We can drive it home,
With one headlight.

[One Headlight - The Wallflowers]