On the road, staggering these streets at night
In a place I hardly know
I’m drunk again, making one-night friends
I think it’s time for me to go
… The morning came, the sun forgot my name
That pounding head was a shame
That pretty delight, I looked at it in spite
And I rode on again
Each time I go my clothes don’t fit no more
But I can still hear that music right
These hands keep playing but the heart keeps a-breaking
Night after night

Älskar Dead South och fick upp ett klipp från deras turné. Nu kändes låten relaterbar (är det ett ord?) på nåt sätt. Lyssnade flera gånger och sjöng med (falskt).