Last trains 11 its now quarter past
Why you trying to make the evening move so fast
Not in real trouble but I can’t go back home
They locked the doors and I’m left out alone

You can come to my place and sleep on the couch
Lots of people do it and we won’t leave you out

Hard times, out on the street
Hard times, hard to beat
The pain and lies, they all hand you
I’m a loser on the road, I’m a loser on the road

Houston station and its cold as ice
All night specials they move you on
But me and Ginger, over there
We got this thing where we really take care

You can come to my place and sleep on the couch
Lots of people do it and we won’t leave you out

Hard times, out on the street
Hard times, hard to beat
The pain and lies, they all hand you
I’m a loser on the road, I’m a loser on the road