Let me take you down to the wreckage
I know a place down on the West End
Where new things go when they get old
Those scrapyard dogs stayin’ on patrol
Thinkin’ ‘bout a time when I got bit
Those memories I have that won’t quit
Give anything time, it’ll come true
Like me and you, babe, rustin’ right through

Lovin’ you was like a race
Motion sickness from the pace
I fell behind, you pulled away
Going, going, going
You left me standin’ in the dust
Now there’s nothin’ left of us
Just a dream fadin’ with the dawn
Going, going, going, gone
Going, going, going, gone

Rollin’ through the city on a Friday night
Used to have you with me, but it’s all alright
Said you’d think about it and you’d let me know
I’d do anything if I could just let go
Take it on the chin like I always do
Try to start again, but it’s always you
Little slick of oil under streetlights
Little tick of time I can’t rewind
Oh

Lovin’ you was like a race
Motion sickness from the pace
I fell behind, you pulled away
Going, going, going
You left me standin’ in the dust
Now there’s nothin’ left of us
Just a dream fadin’ with the dawn
Going, going, going, gone
Going, going, going, gone

Home run ball, my last paycheck
That shot of Jim, this cigarette
Teenage years, gas in the tank
The plans we made, your shadow on the lawn
Going, going, going, going, going, going, gone
Going, going, going, gone

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