Lyrics Down To The Wire - Son Volt

Down To The Wire

Wake up to the Biddle Street blues
Can’t shake the news
All the way to the big dome
They’re trying
The intrigues of the new royalty
And the believers
In the afterlife
Share the same gamblers pages
Cobblestone streets saw 3 sovereign flags
As they raised their glasses to conquest and nation
Still pawns playing out the legacy
Of long dead industry titans and haters of men
Feeling down to the wire
Feeling down to the wire
Plastic grocery bags fly from trees
Proud symbols of a cavalier progress
Memories and landscapes in triage
Disappearing averages, permanent changes
No jury will have a final say
Everyone knows the jury is guilty
Faced with no plan at all
Just to trick a smile out of the moment
Feeling down to the wire
Feeling down to the wire
Feeling down to the wire
Feeling down to the wire