The Growlers - Vacant Lot lyrics

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