it's the kind of night mistakes all make themselvesnyou just show up and drinkni came here alone, i came here with moneyni came to do anything but thinknfunny thing about whiskey, always reminds menof absolutely not a thingnso here's to the next round, to the shimmer and the let downntell that band to shut up and singnnhere comes the night with no sign of slowingnam i the only one who hears that sound?nnpale moon on paper townna rain that isn't playin' roundna deck of cards without a heart, an open barnyou hear the girls - you know just where you arennit's never a good signnwhen the whole state line is outlined in chalkni've got a table filled with empties, a tank full of youndon't think for a second i won't walkncause i've been marking all the barstoolsnto find my way back homenbut home is always just a back-up plannsee i've got this good imagination but it can't picture me alonenwhat part of broken don't you understand?nnthere goes the night, it left us with nothingnbut a tattered hand-me-down, pale moon on paper town ...