I'm sorry I slammed the door on you
Didn't work out the way I wanted it to
I had a song I needed to sing
And the walls are thin, you can hear everything

Now who are these strangers in my town?
They just wanna tear everything down
And I know it's everybody's street
But I swear to God, I can't hear her heart beat

Veins of this city, so small and pretty
You couldn't pump her up with some kind of drug
Her arms are open, wild eyed and hoping
Somebody could give her that kind of love

Now Cory just listens to the radio
He has no other place to go
So we pick him up now and then
Drive him back to the bus station again

Veins of this city, so small and pretty
You couldn't pump her up with some kind of drug
Her arms are open, wild eyed and hoping
Somebody could give her that kind of love

Veins of this city, so small and pretty
You couldn't pump her up with some kind of drug
Her arms are open, wild eyed and hoping
Somebody could give her that kind of love

Some kind of drug
Some kind of drug
Some kind of drug

Now Cory just listens to the radio

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Writer(s): Lillian Hiatt