so ya told everyonenyr off chasing the sunncatching a ride at the stationnnand you wouldnt come back ntill ya get on the tracknthat ya somehow got carried away fromnnyou were once the bright futuresnonce the proud horsesnevery one wanted to bet onnnbut living will land you on different coursesnyou expect to be set onnnor maybe you were borednsaid, no more, no morenpacked up yr thingsnstepped out the doornor maybe you were borednsaid, no more, no morentheres a name and a fortunento the maid if you want itnjust pick up and head for the shorennso we drink till the memorynfades out of sightnand we both til all settles downnand theres music and hollerin into the nightnin this faceless forgettable townnnbut ya wont feel the kissnof the ones that ya missnwhen your bellowing up at the skynand theres women in redhookntonight boys theres women to dry yr eye