Do you hear that whistle wail?
I think the engines coming in
But I’m a whole lot worse than well
But I’m determined to slip this skin
And I know your dying for a good time
Dying to breath again
Oh my my, Virginia

We could run all night
And dance upon the architecture
Come and take my hand
I'll be the very best I can
But I still wont be your man
I’m still these nervous feet and heart of stone
Forget this dead-mans town I’ll take you home

Do you hear me late at night?
Always picking at the pieces
Sometimes nothing comes out right
And nothing is relieving
But every slow-mans song
Is a night I’d like to spend with you
Just twisting the night away

But it’s past a quarter to three
And it’s past the midnight hour
Mustang Sally’s left the building
And we’re so much worse without her
If I could put down this ol’ hammer
I’d take you somewhere new
Oh my my, Virginia

We could run all night
And dance upon the architecture
Come and take my hand
Ill be the very best I can
But I still wont be your man
I’m still these nervous feet and heart of stone
Forget this dead-mans town I’ll take you home

Oh my my, Virginia
We could run all night
And dance upon the architecture
Come and take my hand
I'll be the very best I can
And we could run all night
And dance upon the architecture
Come and take my hand
I'll be the very best I can
But I still wont be your man
I’m still these nervous feet and heart of stone
Forget this dead-mans town I’ll take you home
I’ll take you home
I’ll take you home