The old café down the street still stays open all the time

A 1970 step-side still don't run quite like she shines

Still sneak a sip or two at work when I need to you can bet

Still running that old red light on 3rd, still no ones caught me yet

Heartache turns to quicksand

The town remains the same

Yeah, I'm runnin... can't complain

Still find the coldest tap in this town to keep my mind thinking pure

I still consider myself to be a cheap cigar connoisseur

Storms rush into springtime still turn your way on a dime

That barn in the pasture still holding on for dear life

Heartache turns to quicksand

The town remains the same

Yeah, I'm runnin... can't complain

Heartache turns to quicksand

The town remains the same

Yeah, I'm runnin... can't complain