There's a line of cars that stretches back to where the sun comes up And in the grey light across the city the alarm goes off All the bleary eyes Stunned to see the morning calling When they realize it's falling, falling Falling, falling The work girls are doing the flip-flop down the sidewalk Too bored and doing their best to avoid the crosstalk While the sun beats down It's way too hot for earning And you look around it's burning, burning Burning, burning Things keep falling apart back in shaky city Everybody's falling apart back in shaky city And it will all come down It'll all come down Down on you
A line of cars that stretches back to where the sun goes down With sharp words the drivers jockey for another round Though the night is cool It's way too late for cooling When you realize it's falling, falling Falling, falling Things keep falling apart back in shaky city Everybody's falling apart back in shaky city And it'll all come down It'll all come down Down on you