He's looking like a sailor

Who hasn't a ship

Same salty song

And curled up lips

In the land of the brave

And running out of vain

Waiting for a guy, silver-eyed

Like a bullet train

Kinda wishes that he wouldn't show up

Cause it's all become a stain

Of the terra cotta mud

Way down in the valley of the mud

It opens and closes

Before you can get back up

Lay down

Face and belly in the mud

It opens and closes

Before you can get back up

He's scratching on a ticket

With chewed up nails

Following a rainbow

That's grown too pale

Red lights paint the strip in neon blood

Gambling on a ride so he raises his thumb

Which raised his eyes

But nothing seems to come

Thinkin' bout the train

Hauling terra cotta mud

Way down in the valley of the mud

It opens and closes

Before you can get back up

Lay down

Face and belly in the mud

It opens and closes

Before you can get back up

Gotta crawl out of the vacant lot

But the helping hands

Have all been burned

Cried wolf, a thousand times

Used up every line

Lady Luck won't turn again

Way down in the valley of the mud

It opens and closes

Before you can get back up

Lay down

Face and belly in the mud

It opens and closes

Before you can get back up

Way down in the valley of the mud

It opens and closes

Before you can get back up

Lay down

Face and belly in the mud

It opens and closes

Before you can get back up