I'm trading dreams with the drag queens
On the corner of Seventh and Trade
Yeah, I'm trading dreams with the drag queens, in their smokescreens
Goddamn the grand schemes when the dreams start to fade
And outside the kingdom is dead calm
You won't meet a sinner, they say
Around backs the jail, and the smokestacks, and the train tracks
Where the smokers and sinners have all gone to play
Save me Jesus, save me sense
Save me train track, save me Trade
Save me cop shop in the backdrop
Save me downtown, lovely ghost town
From the grand schemes that I've made
Delilah is lit up like Christmas
Jimmy's blue jeans are tighter than sin
Tequila's been tickling the man at the bar
Tobacco-stained walls are comforting him
And I like the view from this window
The one that's been bricked up for years
See Jesus, he's saving across at the mission
His big neon lights gonna bring me to tears
Save me Jesus, save me sense
Save me train tracks, save me Trade
Save me cop shop, in the backdrop
Save me downtown, lovely ghost town
From the grand schemes that I've made
There's no romance by me in this city
Save the corner of Seventh and Trade
Where addictions, afflictions and sweet contradictions all come to play when the
Lights start to fade
Save me Jesus, save me sense
Save me train tracks, save me Trade
Save me cop shop, in the backdrop
Save me downtown, lovely ghost town
From the grand schemes that I've made