If you’re lookin’ for me, I’m probably gone,

Walked off the stage at the end of this song.

Neon lights fading, closing time,

Two shots of tequila with a slice of lime.

Cigarettes and cocaine, it’s all the same,

Different faces, same old game.

Chasing that feeling every night,

Burning too fast in the barroom light.

Wake up in the morning with a dime by my side,

Can’t remember her name, but she stayed for the ride.

Tell myself this time I’m finally done,

Then the sun goes down and I’m back on the run.

I keep coming back, I keep coming back,

Down the same road, down the same track.

Swore I’d leave it all behind,

But these old habits never unwind.

I keep coming back, I keep coming back,

Like a vinyl record with a needle that cracks.

Round and round, night after night,

Lost in the smoke and the neon light.