Songteksten

The place is empty except for the stationary
Bottles of whiskey and barstools still standing
Concussion heads ache from a blissful evening
Of confusion, muttered speech from too much drinking
The cars are idling, near out of gas and lifeless
Like the people standing persuaded by the temptress
Cut up and cunning, the brute keeps going
Nobody caring for the chaos he's arousing
Always a step to go, a step to go, a step to go too far
The only steps taken are in the wrong direction
We keep stepping on each other, breaking each rung on the ladder
A step to go, a step to go, a step to go much further
Persistent rhythms clutter, disperse, then come together
To discuss the times they hung up on the clothesline in bad weather
The television whines, tells us different sides
Things that we don't care about, taking up our time
The road ends short with malice, no road maps to direct us
So we come up one step short of satisfaction
Always a step to go, a step to go, a step to go too far
The only steps taken are in the wrong direction
We keep stepping on each other, breaking each rung on the ladder
A step to go, a step to go, a step to go much further
Written by: Darius Koski
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