Fatal Wound — Uncle Tupelo

don't the lights look empty when the streets are bare almost as empty as the look you give me when I'm the only one

and it's a long one so it brings you down so say you have nowhere else to go and nothing to do so you hang around you hang around

but you wait around until you've received that fatal wound

columns of sunlight and glorious cities oceans of opportunity and all your decisions seem ancient

but you wait around until you've received that fatal wound