Vending Machines

The lights under the bridge stay on

Guide in the dark for the barely hanging on

Drive it back and forth every now and then

Drop you at the front doors

Try to say goodbye again

Distant glowing embers of working men

And their rotten mouths are turning grey to red

Bouncing up like fireflies dancing around their heads

Clutching at my chest whenever I see them drawing in

I will wait

Outside in parking lots with my dreams

Try to chase something pretty

Staring at the vending machines

It's always the choice between another round

Staring at a colour tv

One bad call after another

And I don't want to worry my mother

Started out slow, couple years of training

Couldn't hold the hammer yet, boys said I was entertaining

Lately I don't find I've got the feeling to improve

Now that I've got nobody to take my check home to take my check home to

So I wait

Outside in parking lots with my dreams

Try to chase something pretty

Staring at the vending machines

It's always the choice between another round

Staring at a colour tv

One bad call after another

And I don't want to worry my mother

Yeah the kids come around

Feels like December

When the lights go out again, it's only me

Take a walk to the corner that I hardly remember

Drink myself to sleep staring at a colour tv

So I wait

Outside in parking lots with my dreams

Try to chase something pretty

Staring at the vending machines

It's always the choice between another round

Staring at a colour tv

One bad call after another

And I don't want to worry my mother

One bad call after another

And I don't wanna worry my mother