It happens under streetlights, right by all the shut-down stores
After midnight washes over this town's dirty concrete shores
I was working through a hard week, I was working in the rain
So I bought a shot of fire, and I threw her in my veins

Put me on a bar stool, baby, drop me in the wild
And leave me swaying on the curb outside the smoky old hotel
Sometimes you gotta go where the blood's just a little thinner
Where it flows a little faster, and the light's just a little dimmer

Be a rich man, be a poor man, be a heartless, be a queen
You'll get here on two good feet, but you'll go on two bad knees
Put me on a bar stool, baby, drop me in the wild
And leave me swaying on the curb outside the smoky old hotel

Hey
When all you do is drag on through and scrape by to survive
You gotta almost kill yourself to almost feel alive
But there's answers in these glasses, there's truth behind these walls

And you know I'll be here next week, or the next time the fire calls
Put me on a bar stool, baby, drop me in the wild
And leave me swaying on the curb outside the smoky old hotel
Put me on a bar stool, baby, drop me in the wild

And leave me swaying on the curb outside the smoky old hotel
I'll see you there