I work the graveyard shift at this station Down on Twelfth Spend my time selling cigarettes and talking Mostly to myself No one waits for me at home Getting used to life alone Living by memory Eat, sleep, breathe Just mindless routines Slowly killing me Living by memory Living by memory I remember it like yesterday It was a Tuesday, October ‘92 There was a wreck out on the highway You might have heard it on the news Always think it’s someone else In a moment I was by myself Living by memory Eat, sleep, breathe Just mindless routines Slowly killing me There’s a peace that waits for me At Heaven’s door But tonight my past Is all I’m living for And my memories Eat, sleep, breathe Surviving on used-to-be’s Slowly killing me Living by memories Eat, sleep, breathe Surviving on used-to-be’s Slowly killing me Living by memory Living by memory
