Lyrics:

lighted up like a city at night
old dark bones in the city
old Walt Whitman and borrowed alcohol

we drove fast shakin' all the way
like the waves in California
sorry I never know what to say at all

caught in a whirlwind
and dry as a bone
and I don't think that I can make it
on my own

on my own my own
on my own my own
on my own my own

murdered love it never ends
I tried but I couldn't make it
yeah your paperback lovers could never pay the bills

worn it once and then let it go
oh you may never shake
end up drinkin' too much and poppin' pills

loose like a feather
and left here alone
and I don't think that I can make it on my own.

on my own my own
on my own my own
on my own my own