Lonely Wolf

This must be the town where all the heroes go to die
Where all the legends lay to rest
And all the secrets don't need keeping

This must be the place where you know a person by their face
But never take the time to know their name
Though you can watch them sleeping

This must be the street where all the people that you meet
Are in every single cliche song
About how great it is to live here

But I don't mean to assume
Don't mean to bring you down
No, this could be just another tired town

This must be the house where you know you'll die alone
Though your mouth still makes the shapes to say
That it looks just like home

This must be the room where you'll take your dying breath
Though if you can move down that donor list
Maybe it won't be your own

But I don't mean to bring you down
Don't mean to assume
No, this could be just another empty room

Place the cigarettes and candy in her casket
Right atop the blanket like a lonely shopping basket
But you make sure the beer's in there, somewhere where she can reach it
Heaven's on our minds, Preacher, but hell is all you're preaching