It seems downtown is dead tonight Empty storefronts, broken window panes I like to think of these city nights as a tragic comedy Killing me There's something in the air we try to breathe That leaves our hopes and dreams gasping No one gets out of here alive, but still we try But this city keeps us inside No one gets out of here alive, but still we try But this city keeps us inside There's something in the water that we drink That dulls our our very sense of feeling No one gets out of here alive, but still we try But this city keeps us inside No one gets out of here alive, but still we try But this city keeps us inside It seems downtown is dead every night We want something We want something It seems downtown is dead every night We want something, not this small town tragedy We want to forget, even for a night We want to forget We want to forget We want to forget, even for a night About this small town tragedy