Bus station angels with broken doll halos Holding up doorways from Dallas to Boston All alone and far from home Relying on soup kitchen prayers Lunatics and losers on parade Dinner in a bottle when the light starts to fade The tongue runs deep when the whiskey speaks That's when the jeckles start to hide Back in your old school No one's missing you They've all given you up for dead Goodbye to sweet sixteen But things ain't what they seem Could be the gutter is better Than what you've left She cries at night, living in black and white And time's out of time, living in black and white Back alley sally's bending for dollars What's on the menu behind Alice's restaurant Friday night when the bullets fly Checking in to a cardboard motel Back in your old school No one's missing you They've all given you up for dead Goodbye to sweet sixteen But things ain't what they seem Could be the gutter Is better than what you've left She cries at night living in black and white And time's out of time living in black and white