Pickin' up bottles from the night before Told my mama I won't be doin' that no more Bought a ticket down to Birmingham Watch the trees roll by, I'm a lonely man Thunder roars and the clouds begin to form Tucked inside I feel safe and warm Without love we'd lose it all Look in the mirror, broken glass begins to fall Five bucks in the tip jar with bloody hands Mr. Steve sits there, he understands Each day passing at the speed of light Makes me wonder each and every night Building fires till the break of dawn Memories made and memories gone Without love we'd lose it all Look in the mirror, broken glass begins to fall Runnin' fast on empty Lust and greed don't tempt me Things just happen like death and doom But in the night just shines the same ole moon But in the night just shines the same ole moon But in the night just shines the same ole moon But in the night just shines the same ole moon