Thought I knew this place 'Til I spent a little time with the locals On these streets Blue in haunted saloons Air is thick with desire and fear Like the wind they all disappear And I'm tired, no one admits that they're tired Feels like running in place, changing shapes in the desert With ghosts of those who had to lay down 'Cause it gets late early in this town Angels and devils on every corner Stars and tears in each eye Sun goes down and the air gets colder I laugh so I don't cry There's always more pain left to kill, bitter pill I'll take another round 'Cause it gets late early in this town Souls in the cracks of the sidewalk Hearts made of glass on the ground Everyone's looking for something somewhere With too little love to go round Feels like running in place, changing shapes in the desert With ghosts of those who had to lay down 'Cause it gets late early in this town Angels and devils on every shoulder Stars and tears in each eye Heartbreak can turn any good heart colder I laugh so I don't cry There's always more pain left to kill, bitter pill I'll take another round 'Cause it gets late early in this town Angels and devils on every shoulder Stars and tears in each eye Heartbreak can turn any good heart colder I laugh so I don't cry There's always more pain left to kill, bitter pill I'll take another round Guess Kris probably thought of me when he wrote "Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down" 'Cause it gets late early, it gets late early It gets late early in this town