Nashville's got hell to beat.
And we're all out of tranquilizer darts.
There's no more wine, there's
No more wine.
You've got to go,
Go home now.
You holding my hand now,
Is only strength slipping through more fingers.
You leaving me now,
Is only one less face to remember.
Now more to do,
Is only less to not do.
Now, more to do,
Is only less things to not do.
Nashville's got hell to beat.