It's getting late I my time is runnig out
No one special nothing lasting withing sight
How shuyld I stay calm when panic lies just ahead,
Everone can see my youth hanging by a thread

No subtle men came to my town
No subtle man begging for my hand

I'm one of few who's left when everyone has gone
the train is leaving and it's too late to get on,

So much for running when noone stays to wait,
for another broken promise, to slip my mind by mistake
who would take my word on anything these days
I've failed soo many times saying i'm gonna change

No subtle man lives in my town
No subtle man begging for my hand