There's a guy on the stage and he's watching the clock Counting the seconds 'till he can stop Playing the songs that he's come to loathe Pack up his things and get back home An old man in the corner and he's singing along Slurring his words and he's got the tune wrong Knocking back shots and spilling his beer No one can seem to drag him away from her He feels like he's tied to the tracks, with the train rushing forward he can't look back And all the bloodhounds are biting at his heels He's spent one long night of about fifteen years drowning his sorrows in whiskey and beer And he can't go home 'till he's forgotten how to feel There's a girl serving drinks and she's struggling to stand Their wandering eyes and their fumbling hand She works every day here for minimum wage No one ever seems to tell her to act her age The gaffer's sat at the bar getting pissed And he idly wonders if he would be missed If he packed up tomorrow and left without word Well he knows it's absurd 'Cause he feels like he's tied to the tracks, with the train rushing forward he can't look back And all the bloodhounds are biting at his heels He's spent every night for about fifteen years wasting his time drinking whiskey and beer And he won't feel at home 'till he's forgotten how to feel He feels like he's tied to the tracks, with the train rushing forward he can't look back And all the bloodhounds are biting at his heels He's spent one long night of about fifteen years drowning his sorrows in whiskey and beer And he can't go home 'till he's forgotten how to feel