We Are The Union - Between The Devil And The Deep Blue Sea

It's hard to look past getting by
The evening's breaking news
Always provides me with an excuse

Pavement scrapes the underside
Options all set to run out
Paper slips and receipts
Start to feel like ghost towns

Here come those empty feelings again
Watching black turn into red
There was no restraint for this accident
The seat belts had already snapped
Headfirst through the glass

It's hard to look past getting by
When black holes can't compete
With the sad eyed way
My empty pockets look up at me

Pavement scrapes the underside
I'm fighting off the burnout
My sense of self respect
Is all that's left in this ghost town