Fast Moving Cars - The Clarks

Lonely faces all along the way

Broken city all dressed up in gray

In the rain outside the restaurant

I make money but I still feel broke

I start drinking and I want a smoke

Doing doughnuts in the parking lot

Driving fast moving cars and drinking

Old in these bars and thinking I could

Paint all those stars

Empty bottles on an empty stage

End of story on the final page

Of a book that no one knows about

This is it this is my last goodbye

This is where my dreams go to die

In the trash behind the record shop

I’m driving fast moving cars and drinking

Old in these bars and thinking I could

Paint all those stars

Singing old timey songs and thinking I could

Right all these wrongs and drinking 'til the

Pain is all gone

After all this time I still believe

With a few tricks hidden up my sleeve

In the sun way down in Mexico