The well runs empty.
That's a sound I've heard before,
Once or twice.
Come lately,
You come knocking on my back door,
Late last night.
You ain't living on less than you need.
Small change indeed.
Long enough to see something you think
You know, It takes a toll.
So you pass the days.
Ain't it strange when you settle down?
And the wasted time.
All the restless ways
Of a northern town come along
In the wintertime.
You ain't living on less than you need.
Small change indeed.
Long enough to see
Something you think you know.
It takes a toll.
It takes a toll.
It takes a toll.
