Lyrics:

Phillip turns to me and says
'Is it me or just the part I play?
Having won this industry's accolades
I see no other option than to stay in Phoenix'

Mother Alice in the grocery store
Lookin' through the produce like a movin' painting
They moved the bank and the parkin' lot
Takin' out the cigarette machine for more seatin'

Maybe you'll find your way
Guided by the northern star

You've been away too long
Welcome home where you belong

Hard times in the city
I was coughing up the desert and sun
Spendin' my time pushin' tables and lines
Threatenin' the directors I'd quit
Got a call from the payphone on the wall
It was Henry feelin' down on the line
Spendin' my checks
Payin' my rent
Sleepin' on the fold-out couch
Early to bed
Early to rise
Livin' my life with blinders on
It's tough to see

And early to bed
Early to rise
Livin' my life with blinders on
It's tough to see