Lyrics:

Living free is gaining on me

Can't keep ahead of my dreams

My relief turned out a thief

Smooth as rocks in the stream



This old time is a sad affair

You be glad you're not there

It ties your hands

It spikes your drink

I'd say more, but I can't think



Lazy Jim took a bottle with him

Tried to flag down a train

Left a note

Couldn't read what he wrote

A light came on in my brain



This old time is a sad affair

You be glad you're not there

It ties your hands

It spikes your drink

I'd say more, but I can't think



The hills are gold

Mornings are cold

Don't know a soul on the street

I keep to myself like everyone else

Nobody says much to me



Go to bed, fight thoughts in my head

In the two in between wake and sleep

Rats to kill, contracts to fill

It's on ice, but it won't keep



This old time is a sad affair

You be glad you're not there

It ties your hands

It spikes your drink

I'd say more, but I can't think



This old time is a sad affair

You be glad you're not there

It ties your hands

It spikes your drink