Text: Whiskeytown. Inn Town.

Parking lot, movie screen
I can't feel anything
Cigarettes, beat up TV
I can't feel anything

Now that I, I'm inn town
I feel fine, fine for now

Hang around with the people
That I use to be
Hang around on a corner
Waiting to go, have a seat

Now that I, I'm inn town
I feel fine, fine for now

50 cents or a dollar three
I don't owe you anything
Spent a life on a heart that would
Rather not feel anything

I can try
I can see
I can want it to be
I can laugh
(I can laugh)
I can feel
(I can feel)
I can say anything without dreaming

Now that I, I'm inn town
I, I'm inn town

Hang around with the people
We use to be
We hang around on a corner
Waiting to go, have a seat

And I can try
I can see
I can want it to be
I can laugh
(I can laugh)
I can feel
(I can feel)
I can say anything that seems real
It's just like a dream
(Like a dream)

I can feel
(I can feel)
I can laugh
I can want it to still to be real
It's a dream I have had
It's the last

Now it seems
Now that I, I'm inn town
I feel fine, fine for now
Now that I, I'm inn town
Now that I, I'm inn town