She’s on her way to work
Her heart is wearing thin
The tattoos leave a mark
From everywhere she’s been
Cause she’s never in one place
She takes it on the chin
Now tears are welling up
And they are rushing down her skin
While she’s pushing through to door
She hides behind a grin
But no one really knows
How sad she feels within
Oooooo
Oooooo
Life goes on
Put a sad song on
She’s trying to go the distance but she’s running out of love
It doesn’t make a difference
No it’s never quite enough
Buys chocolate bars and magazines
The things that make her smile
But she falls down, down, down
She’s on the way
Back to work at seven
When the morning sun is up
She goes home at eleven
With her coat all buttoned up
Buys cigarettes and dvd’s
The things that maker he smile
But she falls down, down, down
She’s on the way to nowhere
Driving through the rain
To her house right up the road
Her name is on the mailbox
But it never feels like home
When she’s climbing into bed
You know she’s climbing all alone
When she’s climbing into bed
She’s climbing on her own
Oooooo
Oooooo
Life goes on
Put a sad song on
She’s trying to go the distance but she’s running out of love
It doesn’t make a difference
No it’s never quite enough
Buys chocolate bars and magazines
The things that make her smile
But she falls down, down, down
She’s on the way
Back to work at seven
When the morning sun is up
She goes home at eleven
With her coat all buttoned up
Buys cigarettes and dvd’s
The things that maker he smile
But she falls down, down, down
She’s on the way to nowhere
He’s working at the bar
And takes the later shift
A little drunk
And far too young
To end up just like this
When he takes her by the hand
She does not resist
They run away to nowhere
Because nowhere sure beats this
She’s trying to go the distance now she’s got a little love
A little makes a difference even if it’s not enough
The chocolate bars and magazines
Just leave them on the shelf
And put them down, down, down
She’s on the way back to work at seven
When the morning sun is up
They drive home at eleven
To smoke cigarettes and stuff
The dvd’s and memories
You keep them to yourself
On the way down, down, down
They’re on the way to nowhere