All Things Being The Same — текст песни (Ellis Paul)

She is searching for some form of salvation

In the corner of a bar down the street,

But the gin controls whole conversations

And plays magic tricks with her feet...



She gets up, falls down, breaks even,

Gets caught by the wrong mister right --

Hey, its a hard town.

I wouldnt want to live in it --

But I wouldnt want to give up in it,

All things being the same...



Back home shes got these pictures on her mirror,

They frame her when she looks back at her face.

They tell her where shes been --

Ill tell you where shes going,

Shes got her name on a stool down at eddie owens place...



She drinks when romance brings her down.

Like the sight of blood is a wedding gown.

Bright lights and smoke fill up this space.

Its a crowded room, but still a lonely old place...



All her friends are nothing more than strangers,

Whose names are just words on a face .

If they bumped into her out on a sidewalk on some sunday,

They wouldnt recognize her outside of the place