There’s a harvest each Saturday night
At the bars filled with perfume and hitching a ride
place you can stand for one night and get gone

It’s clear this conversation ain’t doing a thing
Cause these boys only listen to me when I sing
And I don’t feel like singing tonight
All the same songs
 [bad word] In these deep city lights
Girl could get lost tonight
I’m finding every reason to be gone
Nothing here to hold on to
Could I hold you?

The situation’s always the same
You got your wolves in their clothes whispering Hollywood’s name
Stealing gold from the silver they see
But it’s not me
 [bad word] In these deep city lights
Girl could get lost tonight
I’m finding every reason to be gone
Nothing here to hold on to
Could I hold you?

Calling out somebody save me I feel like I’m fading away
Calling out somebody save me I feel like I’m fading…
I’m fading
 [bad word] In these deep city lights
Girl could get lost tonight
I’m finding every reason to be gone
Nothing here to hold on to
Could I hold you?