| For all that passes, and for all that kills me slow |
| I raise a glass to thank you |
| A friend at the bottom of the bottle |
| Thoughts wander back to you |
| My sanctuary, and to the bar room that you stand in |
| A window’s watch for many |
| I won’t stand behind and fight it all alone in reprise |
| I saw my dreams were bleeding out |
| Teeth falling out |
| My recourse was blind |
| Rollin' with the semis; bastards laughing wild |
| As miles got left behind |
| Rev it up — never enough |
| I’m ready now. Ready now. |
| My dreams are drugged — not long enough |
| Steady now. Steady now. |
| «When it’s right, it’s right» it’s said |
| So leave «Well enough» alone |
| Pack it up. I’ve had enough. |
| Cause' this place is the reason I am now a non-believer |
| It must be hard to look me in the eyes, I know |
| I can tell by what you say you’re frustrated |
| I feel a little on edge, now I’m faded |
| My dreams are drugged and not long enough |
| For all that passes and for all those in the know |
| I raise one up to spite you |
| Wishin' I was back there at Borden now |
| Though it doesn’t mean that much to me |
| In this wasted state of mind |
| I know the break if dawn will recall it all |
| But I’ll get to sleep just fine tonight to lullabies and cannons outside |