Calling out; somebody save me, I feel like I'm fading away.

Nothing fancy. Nothing special. This is me tonight.


There's a harvest each Saturday night,
At the bars filled with perfume and hitching a ride;
A place you can stand for one night and get gone.
It's clear this conversation ain't doing a thing,
'Cause these boys only listen to me when I sing,
And I don't feel like singing tonight...All the same songs.

Here in these deep city lights,
Girl could get lost tonight.
I'm finding every reason to be gone;
Nothing here to hold onto...
Could I hold you?

The situation's always the same:
You got your wolves in their clothes whispering Hollywood's name,
Stealing gold from the silver they see;
But it's not me.

Here in these deep city lights,
Girl could get lost tonight.
I'm finding every reason to be gone;
Nothing here to hold onto...
Could I hold you?

Calling out; somebody save me, I feel like I'm fading away.
Am I gone?
Calling out; somebody save me I feel like I'm fading.

In these deep city lights,
Girl could get lost tonight.
I'm finding every reason to be gone;
Nothing here to hold onto...
Could I hold onto you?