Those were the days, ask the dust on the roadnAsk the cobwebs in my room in East St. PaulnTwo thousand miles seems a long way to gonTo find out I can't make it alonenI know I'm fuckednnThis heart's so heavynAmbition's broken upnIt's been good, it's been closenYeah, but it's not enoughnnBe glad you're not me nSo I refill the cupnBurst of applausenAs the clown gets dragged by the cuffsnnTwin city lightsn10:30 inbound flightnTo fnd out what's left, make rightnPunch through the winter nightnTwin city lightsn10:30 inbound flight