Hang your jacket up on the cat rack,
leaving this town, never coming back.
I'd believe you if I hadn't said that all before.
If our lives hadn't lost their balance
the rope would have snapped on the first step out.
And I just can't live without hanging on to the things in the past,
pints and empty's stacked in the trash and every winter I get lost
and dreaming of a better place to rest.
Seen some doctors more than some family, a little blood drawn,
a liver function test. Later on I'll do some tests of my own.
If our lives hadn't lost their balance
the rope would have snapped on the first step out.
And it's all in my head, I just can't figure it out,
but for now I can't live without