The Prowl

Chewing on a whiskey coke
Pulling at my winter coat
It's late, this place is closed
Hit the road

And I'm never coming back again
Upon receipt I swipe my pen
This ain't some bold, poetic end
I've just had enough

Hey hey hey now
There's a New Year on the prowl
But how long have I been counting down?

Tugging at a broken door
It scrapes along the barroom floor
A bell above me shakes and rings--
Angel's wings

Yeah I plan to think of better things, honey
To do than spending all of my money
At a bar adorned with cursed tags
And southern flags

Hey hey hey now
There's a New Year on the prowl
But how long have I been counting down?
I need a way out
Of this prideful little town
But how long have I been hanging around?

It's the same one
I've known so long, God, what am I to do?
It's the same one

That soldier in the heart of town
The night they finally tore him down
He crashed in ashes to the ground
And, what a sound

And I never felt so awe-struck
Or seen this town so riled up
I guess fear is made of tougher stuff
But ain't we all?

Hey hey hey now
There's a New Year on the prowl
But how long have we been counting down?

I need a way out
Of this prideful little town
But how long have I been hanging around?