There's a harvest each Saturday night
At the bars filled with perfume and hitching a ride
A place you can stand for one night and get gone

It's clear this conversation ain't doing a thing
Cause these boys only listen to me when I sing
And I don't feel like singing tonight
All the same songs

In these deep city lights
Girl could get lost tonight
I'm finding every reason to be gone
Nothing here to hold on to
Could I hold you?

The situation's always the same
You got your wolves in their clothes whispering
Hollywood's name
Stealing gold from the silver they see
But it's not me

Calling out somebody save me I feel like I'm fading
away
Calling out somebody save me I feel like I'm
fading...
I'm fading