Eric Martin Living In Black & White
Bus station angels with broken doll halos
Holding up doorways from Dallas to Boston
All alone and far from home
Relying on soup kitchen prayer
Lunatics and losers on parade
Dinner in a bottle when the light starts to fade
The tongue runs deep when the whiskey speaks
That’s when the jeckles start to hide
Back in your old school
No one’s missing you
They’ve all given you up for dead
Goodbye to sweet sixteen
But things ain’t what they seem
Could be the gutter is better than what you’ve left
She cries at night, living in black and white
And times out of time, living in black and white
Back alley sally’s bending for dollars
What’s on the menu behind Alice’s restaurant?
Friday night when the bullets fly
Checking in to a cardboard motel
Back in your old school
No one’s missing you
They’ve all given you up for dead
Goodbye to sweet sixteen
But things ain’t what they seem
Could be the gutter is better than what you’ve left
She cries at night, living in black and white
And times out of time, living in black and white