This town looks so different at Midnight 
I've never seen her streets so subdued 

I drove out here to remember 
That's seven bucks I won't get back soon 

I know you don't wanna hear it because it's so cliche 
but I just wanted to tell you how much I've thrown away 

and I'll admit it's unhealthy and someday I'll pay 
but I just wanted to indulge myself today 

walking through the front door and swearing I won't be long 
unlike the man whose been them since he got back from nome 

My regards to the cold wind I wanted to feel numb 
but now I just want to talk to someone 

I'd like to drive a little longer and listen to the static 
but when am I not being over dramatic 

When the lights of Lyons come into view 
I'll be home asleep and can forget of you